#i promise i am a Reporting Professional

[lostnfounder]

The following is a transcript of the interview that took place between Lostfield Gazette journalist Ruth Shirbon and Lostfield resident, Chad Ellis “Fuckface” Ollaman.

 

R: Alright, let’s just get this over with. 

C: Rooroo! It’s been soooo long!

R: Are- Are you drunk?!

C: [made this exact expression at me: ‘:D’. I hate this guy]

R: Ughhhh. Profoundly professional, Chad. I expect nothing less. 

C: Awwwweee. Thank youuuu. I was hoping that since highschool you would have matured to my level, and whaddya know!

R: Wh- Says the guy that thought Showfall was harboring sci-fi robots and cassette tape monsters. You made all of that up while you were high, didn’t you?

C: Ohhhh, my god, don’t bring that up. I’m over the STS, Rooroo. Why haven’t you moved on yet? Showfall’s cool. They, like, gave a bunch of toys to homeless kids- [belch]- last year.

R: Likely possessed toys! They were all those creepyass Squiggles Furby crossover horrowshows. And I am over the Showfall Theorist Society, alright? That club only ever had three members--I’m not a highschooler anymore. 

C: Right. ‘Cause you dropped out.

R: Shut up.

C: [smirking] My parents are sending me to NYU.

R: Oh, profoundly mature-

C: Hey, calm dowwwwn, bro, it’s a joke, chill. God. I just think, hey, maybe it’s time Detective Gal gets her life in order, stops chasing the biggest multi-media company in the world and, I dunno. Maybe tries leaving town for onc-

R: NEVER. 

C: Okay, yeesh! Touching nerves, I guess.

R: What you’re touching are live wires. Don’t pry into my personal life, and you won’t get shocked.

C: Yooooo. That was a sick one-liner- [belch]- bro! Can I, like, write that down, actually?

R: That’s it. I’m done.

C: Wh- Wait, what?

R: I’m leaving. It was nice talking to you, Chad, no, really.

C: Wait, you- Weren’t you supposed to ask me about the fucking racoon that got in here? It stole my dad’s limited edition Russian caviar! Dude! Dude!

[door slam]

R: God, I hate that guy. Wait, shoot, this is still-

[feminismisstillahatemovement]

In 2017 I interviewed Bernadette Wren, then head of psychology at the Tavistock Gids clinic, and asked what effect puberty blocking drugs have on the adolescent brain. Looking highly uncomfortable, she replied that the evidence so far was only anecdotal but that the clinic would study its patients “well into their adult lives so that we can see”.

Even back then, before whistleblowers had exposed the rush to medically transition children, it was alarming to hear that heavy-duty GnRH agonists such as triptorelin — used to treat advanced prostate cancer and “chemically castrate” sex offenders — were being prescribed to arrest puberty in hundreds of children as young as 11.

Moreover, they were being used “off-label” before any clinical trials. And the long-term study Wren promised never materialised: Gids (the Gender Identity Development Service) routinely lost touch with patients, and the 44 it did follow reported little long-term mental health improvement.

This shocking chapter in medical history, where the ideological objectives of trans rights campaigners trumped the welfare of disturbed children, is coming to an end worldwide. The decision by NHS England effectively to ban the prescription of puberty blockers comes after the Cass review noted these drugs could “permanently disrupt” brain development, reduce bone density and lock children into a regime of cross-sex hormones requiring life-long patienthood.

NHS England unites with other national health services including those in Finland, France, Sweden and, most notably, the Netherlands — where the “Dutch protocol”, a regime of early blockers then hormones, was devised in 1998 — in pulling back from prescribing them.

Even in the United States, where a toxic combination of extreme activism and medical capitalism has pushed child gender medicine to grotesque extremes, with double mastectomies performed on 14-year-old girls, there is some retrenchment.

Leaks from the World Professional Association for Transgender Health, the body which formulates guidance on “trans healthcare”, reveal doctors perplexed at how they should explain to an 11-year-old child that drugs will render them infertile. Crucially, liberal media such as The New York Times are now reporting grave medical misgivings about child transition, once dismissed as a culture-war issue for the Republican right.

Yet the question remains: how was this ever allowed to happen? For years, puberty blockers were cheerily billed as a mere “pause button”. In 2014, Dr Polly Carmichael, the last head of Gids before the Cass review ordered its closure, went on CBBC in a show called I Am Leo, saying of blockers: “The good thing is, if you stop the injections, it’s like pressing ‘start’ and the body carries on developing as it would if you hadn’t started.”

The BBC permitted her to make this unevidenced claim to an impressionable audience of six to 12-year-olds. Imagine hearing this as a developing girl, freaked out by your new breasts and periods. No wonder Gids referrals subsequently rocketed.

Carmichael failed to mention that she did not know if pressing “restart” on puberty is always medically possible — it is not — and in fact, almost every child Gids put on blockers went on to irreversible cross-sex hormones.

After years in a Peter Pan state while their peers developed, they understandably felt there was no way back and forged on with treatment. Yet if allowed to experience natural puberty, almost 85 per cent of gender dysphoria cases resolve themselves.

Nor did Carmichael tell CBBC kids that the blockers-hormones combination, if taken early enough, not only results in sterility but kills the libido so that a young person will never experience an orgasm.

At the 2020 judicial review brought by a former Tavistock clinician and Keira Bell, the brave young detransitioner rushed onto hormones by Gids, judges expressed astonishment at Gids’s lack of an evidence base.

Reporting on this issue for seven years, I too have been struck by a complete clinical incuriosity. Not only was data not collected, but those who queried treatments or pressed for evidence faced angry condemnation. Perhaps activists knew what research might find because one long-term Finnish study, recently reported in the BMJ, destroyed the myth used to justify blockers: that a child will commit suicide if denied them.

The Finns found that “gender-affirming care” does not make a dysphoric child less suicidal. Rather, such children had the same suicide risk as others with severe psychiatric issues. In other words, changing bodies does not fix troubled minds.

Yet even after NHS England’s announcement, activists refuse to heed the now-overwhelming evidence. In its response, Stonewall persists with the myth that puberty blockers “give a young person extra time to evaluate their next steps”.

Many questions remain unanswered: will private clinics still be permitted to prescribe puberty blockers; and is Scotland’s Sandyford child gender clinic still determined to close its ears to all evidence? Plus, we have few details on how the NHS’s new “holistic” treatment for gender-questioning children will operate when it opens next month.

This repellent experiment — in which girls who like trucks or little boys who dress as princesses, and who invariably grow up to be gay, are corralled inexorably down a road towards life-changing treatments — belongs in the book of medical disgraces. As do the cheerleaders who raised money for Mermaids and those who persecuted whistleblowers or damned journalists asking questions as transphobic.

In 50 years, chemically freezing the puberty of healthy children with troubled minds will be regarded with the same horrified fascination as lobotomies — which, never forget, won the Portuguese neurologist Antonio Egas Moniz the 1949 Nobel prize.

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{Article source (behind paywall)}

[leonw4nter]

maybe like a lil drabble (or whatever you’d like to do) where instead of hunnigan working with leon, it’s the reader. and they be all flirty and cute and kinda like 👉👈

tbh it can work for anything post-re2r, even if its still before re4r. you can do how he acts around you in different eras (if you want to at all, or just choose an era)

sooo whatever you have most inspo with! thank youu

RE4R!Leon x FOSAgent!F!Reader drabble

After Ashley and Luis had gone to sleep in the small ramshackle shed Leon had managed to locate for the night, he sat by the entrance of their temporary shelter and turned on his comms, waiting for his radio to pick up a stable wavelength to relay information back to HQ. The dingy little thing still wouldn’t pick up a frequency, which the blond didn’t wonder about since he’s been thrown around one too many times, the walkie-talkie probably also got a small beating along with the impact his body took. After giving a small pat to the black box in his hands, he finally managed to hear the static of his handler’s voice.

“Condor One to Roost, baby Eagle is currently taking shelter in this… dilapidated hut,” he sternly reports. “Along with Sera. Luis Sera.”

A moment of silence fills the air, accompanying the gentle pitter patter of the rain on the thickening mud before you respond to his reports.

“Hmm… aerial imaging tells me you’re near a lake, am I right? Can hear the rain from here,” you say.

“Yeah. We’re not too far from a lake,” he responds. “Guess we got eyes in the sky too, huh.”

He hears a faint little breath coming from you, probably a soft scoff. He smiles to himself, the first time in a long time before he brings his wrist near to his face.

“What time is it back home?” he asks.

“1300.”

“You should probably get some rest, baby. Don’t worry about me, I’m making sure we all get out of here in one piece.”

“I want to but I can’t bring myself to,” he hears you softly respond. “I can’t risk losing you, you know. I gotta keep guard on comms 24/7 even though I know you’re great at your job.”

Leon’s heart squeezes a little bit; he knows how important rest is to someone, which is ironic considering how he hasn’t had proper rest in over 96 hours and is desperately craving a good, lengthy sleep though he doesn’t mind if it means keeping Ashley and the flirty Spaniard safe and sound. He won’t mind, most of all, if it meant keeping in touch with you.

“And besides, I have reports to send to Graham– location updates, aerial view images, all that jazz. I have many things to work on,” you say before he hears you yawn quietly. “It’s not like I can just stop doing these because I’m tired; at the end of the day, the president is a father who wants to know how his daughter is doing all the way on the other side of the world. He’s worried sick.”

“And at the end of the day, I’m just your boyfriend who wants to make sure my girlfriend is still taking care of herself despite all her workload,” Leon responds. “I know baby, I know but still take some time to rest– even for a little bit.”

A soft sigh can be heard from your end.

“Fine. But aren’t you supposed to be resting too? Don’t see any threats within a 3-mile radius, you’re good.”

“Nah. Gotta keep watch, can’t be too vigilant. You’ll be the one resting for both of us tonight,” he says.

“Leon.”

“I’ll get rest later, honey. I promise,” Leon pleads.

Another sigh. Gosh, Leon hates how you’ve been sighing a lot more lately, which meant that a lot was weighing on your mind.

“Promise me that. Or I’ll personally fly there to beat your ass.”

“I’d rather you beat something else of mine instead,” Leon jokes.

“I’ll remind you, agent Kennedy, that we’re still on government-operated frequencies so I highly recommend communicating in a professional manner.”

“Ma’am yes ma’am agent Kestrel, the absolute love of my life.”

“I’m going to go on the break you’ve been forcing me to have instead.”

Leon chuckles to himself, a small puff of air leaving his cracked and pale lips.

“Okay, okay. Good night, baby. I’ll talk to you 4 hours from now.”

“Good night, hon. I… I miss you and… please stay safe,” you sincerely whisper to him, unable to switch off the frequency connecting you to him.

“Me too. I miss you. I love you,” he says before turning the radio off and placing it back in one of the many fancy pockets he had.

He props one leg up while he sits, resting his forearm on his knee as he looks out into the dark and foggy scenery. The rain would be nice if he was back home with his girlfriend, cuddling and joking in the bed of their shared apartment instead of this miserable hellhole infested with mutants and murder-crazed cult fanatics. As much as he wanted to bring along a locket or a small picture of you he couldn’t, out of making sure that there would be no traces of foreigners that the crazy locals could use to somehow involve all of America into this. A faint creak of the rickety wooden floorboards has the hairs on the back of his head standing, his hands flying to the sleek silver pistol on his holster to point it at the source of the noise, only for the source of the noise to be the nosy Spaniard who was unfortunately very much wide awake and conscious throughout the conversation he had.

“Didn’t know you had a ladylove, sancho.” was all the man said after raising his arms up as the agent pointed his gun at him.

Leon put his gun back down, the usual smoulder and frown taking its place back into his haggard features as he sat back down and stared out into nothingness again.

“Didn’t peg you as the type to call a lady ‘baby’ or ‘honey’,” he teases. He walks up to Leon, taking a spot beside him and placing a cigarette to his lips before lighting the end of it with his lighter.

“‘You should probably get some rest, baby’,” Luis repeats with a sly smirk as he shoots Leon a curious look.

Leon simply gives him a death glare, squinting his eyes before turning his attention back to somewhere that isn’t irritating or getting on his last nerve.

“That’s not what it was.” It was what it was.

“Mhm, Sancho.”

“You be thankful she hasn’t ratted your ass out to the president yet,” he hisses.

“Good point there,” Luis sneers. “No… no anything then?”, to which Leon responds with silence.

“Then… perhaps she’d like to go out for a jive, a little dance of bachata with me,” the Spaniard presses with a shit-eating grin. “Since you two don’t seem to be anything.”

“Back off from my girlfriend,” Leon blurted as he froze the man in front of him with his steel blue gaze.

Luis puts out his cigarette, chucking it somewhere and gets up as he walks back to where he ‘slept’ moments ago.

“Okay, sancho. I can clearly see that you’re hers,” he comments. “I guess only you have the pass to call her ‘the absolute love of your life’. Buenas noches, amigo.”

With a wink, he lays back down on the floor and turns to his side to fall asleep.

NOTES - It feels great to finally get back to posting again!!! It's been quite some time and since I'm finally finished with the third quarter and my tests, I'll be more active with posting fics :)) Requests have been marinating in my inbox and I know ppl have been waiting for quite some time so here's the request, more otw!!!! I'm also eepy rn so I'm going to go to bed after I post this <3 Neways, thanks for reading my works and I <3333 UUUU!!!!!! HAVE A GREAT DAY WHEREVER YOU ARE <3

[shootingstarwritings]

Not Another Goddamn Interview

The job market was tough, and Holden had been unemployed for far too long. Months of interviews, companies ghosting him, and rejections drove him to a boiling point, and someone had to take the brunt of Holden’s anger.

The interview started off well, but when Holden’s lack of experience and months of inactivity after graduation came into light, an awkward silence permeated the office. Holden stuttered a few half-answers of clubs he attended during college, but Mr. Wells, the interviewer, looked unimpressed—as so many others did before him.

“Well, Mr. Wilde,” Mr. Wells began with little enthusiasm. Holden’s heart began to race as familiar words returned to haunt him once more. “We’ll be in touch. I wish you luck in your future interviews, as well.” Mr. Wells stood up and offered Holden his hand.

Barely managing a smile, Holden stood up and gingerly reached out to shake Mr. Wells’ hand as a thousand thoughts raced through his mind. ‘I’m never going to get anywhere… Another goddamn rejection… How am I gonna pay rent next month…? Savings are getting low… That gap in that resume is gonna get even loooonger…’

As Holden shook Mr. Wells’ older and calloused hand, he launched himself towards Mr. Wells. “What the—!” Was all Mr. Wells could say as Holden’s body shifted and morphed. A stream of blue gel-like substance forced itself into Mr. Wells’ mouth, muffling any screams for help. More and more of the slime pumped itself down Mr. Wells’ throat as he fell back into his chair. His legs spread out, kicking the floor and convulsing as another creature filled up his body.

Soon, as the last of the slime finished entering his body with a sickening slosh, Mr. Wells let out a low groan. He blinked, eyes flashing a light blue before returning back to normal. Holden looked down at the body he was inhabiting. “I’m not sitting through another goddamn interview,” Holden muttered to himself with his borrowed voice. “And I’m not taking no for an answer.”

“Promising young man,” Holden chuckled to himself as he wrote a report the interview. Possessing Mr. Wells’ body wouldn’t guarantee landing a job in this company, but at this point Holden figured he might as well give it a shot. “Lots of energy and enthusiasm. Really blew me away!”

While writing, Holden looked down at the particularly heavy chest he now wore. Curling the toes in his dress shoes and flexing the cock hidden by the slacks, he couldn’t help but grow aroused at the body he now wore. “Kept things casual while maintaining an air of,” he paused to groan as he gripped Mr. Wells’ crotch through the slacks, “an air of professionalism.” He capped off the report with that and reached down to his waistband.

[desert-fern]

A Gun Amongst Daggers Summary + Teaser

So my people, you loved my Jake one shot back in February, so hopefully you all will love this multi part just as much! Welcome to A Gun Amongst Daggers, my newest piece that is also Hangman X Fem!Reader. Meet Hangman and Bear, my latest in a long line of Top Gun Maverick OCs but she is just a placeholder for the reader!

So this will get spicy towards the end because I’m a sucker for slow burn (and I am apologizing in advance, I am taking it to the extreme). That being said: ALL BLANK BLOGS OR ONES WITHOUT AN AGE WILL BE BLOCKED. I AM NOT LOOKING TO GET REPORTED BECAUSE YOU READ SOMETHING YOU DIDN’T EXPECT OR SOMETHING THAT MADE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE. SO 18+ ONLY. THIS STORY ALSO DEALS WITH SOME SERIOUS SHIT, SO THIS IS YOUR WARNING.

Summary: When Jake meets a woman at the Hard Deck, the last thing he expects is for her to be a Navy Seal. And not just any Seal, the Commander of Seal Team 3. She’s beautiful, smart, dangerous, and everything about her just makes him want to get close. Her name? Bear. When the Seals need backup, Cyclone puts the Daggers on their radar and now, Jake has to work with Bear and her team, all the while trying to stay professional. Can he do it? Or will he end up falling for the Navy sniper and mission Commander?

And because I’m nice, here’s a bit of part one below the cut:

It was a miserable day when Jake walked into the Hard Deck. Training had been cancelled due to shit weather and no matter how much of a workout he had had earlier, he was still as twitchy as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs. The weather wasn’t helping either. It had been raining nearly all day, letting up for maybe 20 minutes at a time before it came pouring down again. Climate change was a serious concept, but right now it was fucking with his plans and his job and Jake very much wanted it to stop. Taking a quick glance around, he saw that there were a few patrons in the bar, mostly older men just sitting and drinking in near silence, the jukebox playing some classic rock song just loud enough to be heard. He had promised to meet Coyote here around 5 and seeing as he was early, Jake went ahead to order a drink. “Hey Penny.”

“Hangman,” Penny replied with a smile. “Your usual?”

“Nah, not drinking tonight. Too antsy. Just a water and Javy’s usual, thanks.” The blond glanced around the room as Penny went to grab his drinks and his eyes fell on a woman sitting quietly in the corner of the room, silently watching each and every one in the bar with a clinical gaze. His curiosity got the better of him and Jake grabbed his order before making his way over to the corner table. “That seat taken?” He asked with his usual sly grin on his face.

The woman glanced up at him, eyes flicking over him quickly before quirking a brow. “And what if it was?” she replied coolly, a narrow gaze pinning him to the spot. She took a sip of the drink in front of her, eyes never leaving his face.

“Well I’d like to think that I’d be better company than your imaginary friend here,” Jake said, trying to regain his footing. The woman was intimidating; sharp eyes that seemed to never miss a thing and a face that he recognized as one he made when the weariness hit on occasion.

“Is that painful for you, Flyboy? The thinking?”

Jake was taken aback by her snark. Normally he’d respond, fire an insult of two back, but he kept his mouth shut for once, watching for even just a flicker of emotion on the woman’s face. But there wasn’t any. She just looked bored. So Jake did something that he would almost never do, he walked away, set his drinks down on a table near the door and waved Javy down when his friend walked in.

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A/N: If this is something that intrigues you, and you want to be updated, please let me know in the comments, via reblogs, or just send me a message. I know how easy it is to be reading 6 series all at once and sometimes if you aren't tagged, you might not find it again.

But all together, I'm looking at a total of 22 parts. So yeah! Hope you enjoyed, please do me a solid and spread this around and have yourselves a good day!

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[igotanidea]

Bodies : Hotch x reader (part 2 to cold weather)

previous part

You would think that the end of the year would be a nice, peaceful time filled with joy and reflection about the passing year, and probably somewhere in the world it was like that. However, when you are a DA in one of the busiest cities in America, you can only quote some comic heroes while saying: the crime never sleeps.

To put it bluntly, Christmas and New Year’s Eve were nothing less, but a perfect opportunity for both petty criminals and organized crime groups to commit atrocities. Theft and assaults were – well – as tragic as it may sound – normal - but in the crowd of people at the city events there were always a risk of something bigger and worse.

Killing.

Shooting

Bombing.

You live and you learn.

And Y/N had seen enough of it, both in her career and in her private live to behave cautiously even though it was not her job to secure the place or make sure everyone was safe. But hey, here comes a surprise – being DA is not only about inspecting dead bodies and prosecuting killers.

For her – it was about people and serving justice.

Truly. Not only in theory.

And given her experience she knew something big was coming making her dread.

***

“JJ. I’m being serious.” She was sitting in her office, talking through the phone with her friend from the BAU, who also happened to be the only person who could get the whole team of agents to come. “this whole situation is serious. I can’t let it accure.”

“I can only do as much as present it at the briefing.” JJ responded though it was clear in her voice that she was struggling between her professionalism and sympathy for the young DA.

“Right. Sorry.” Y/N pinched the bridge of her nose swirling in the chair nervously while looking at the street below her. Full of police officers, CSIs, reporters and very characteristic yellow tape. “Didn’t mean to be demanding. I’m just – “ the words barely got through her throat but Y/N was pretty sure if there was anyone trustable in the whole wide world it was definitely JJ “ I’m kind of desperate. This is way beyond my pay grade.”

“I promise I’ll do my best Y/N, but it’s not my call.”

“Yeah, I know….”

Oh yes, she did.

There was too much to risk and Y/N could not sit in her chair doing nothing. If the mountain won't come to Muhammad, then Muhammad must go to the mountain. 

***

“Y/N!”

“Get out of my way Morgan I’m here on business.”

“Oh wow! Slow down Katrina.” Morgan chuckled and  Y/N raised an eyebrow at him “The hurricane.”

“I understood the reference.”

“What’s with the stormy attitude then?”

“Where is he?” she swiftly avoided the answer getting straight to her point.

“Can’t you at least say hello first?”

“Hello Morgan. Now where is he?”

“Who?”

“Stop playing with me.” She warned throwing daggers at him. It was the first time anyone at the BAU saw her act like a force of nature and even Emily couldn’t hide the amused smirk of approval. Y/N was finally showing her true side as driven and strong DA and not the withdrawn public prosecutor’s trainee they met her as. And it was both admirable and terrifying, especially to Reid who was so taken aback that his mouth hung open for a moment. The girl  woman, who saved him from drowning some time ago was a lioness and after the initial shock, he was the one to point her to the direction were the reason of her visit has been currently sojourning.

***

“The local authorities-“

“For god’s sake Hotch I am the local authority!”

“The mayor-“

“The mayor is a knucklehead who can’t speak publicly without having the speech written by ghostwriter. He has no idea what’s happening in his own backyard. And frankly I don’t think he cares.”

“You’re forgetting yourself.” Deep, calm and cold voice of the BAU chief was an evident contrast to his smirk and watchful eyes. Y/N was definitely a view when she walked into his office with a face expression so stern it could match his own.

“Oh I am?” she spun around, loosening the collar of her shirt, since the situation was making her blood boil. A little gesture that did not slip by the agent, even if he didn’t let it show at all.  “Okay then. I’ll calm down and resort to your way of understanding.”

“Which is?”

“Logic, obviously. You have no imagination whatsoever. Everything must always make sense to you and form a perfect whole. Let me present it to you then.”

“Please.” Hotch responded, still calm and collected pointing the chair to her. “You know the rules.” He added when she finally took the place instead of walking around his office like a caged animal.

“I got a killer on the loose.”

“Yes. Like many other states and cities.”

“A very specific kind of killer.”

“You’re wasting my time.”

“And mine apparently.” She muttered

“If you excuse me I got-“

“No.”

“Sorry?”

“I won’t excuse you. I’m here for something and believe me I won’t leave until I get what I want.”

“You’re being-“

“Unreasonable? Crazy?” she leaned slightly forward, almost leaning on his desk “Go ahead. Think what you want, I’d rather consider myself driven and concerned about my people. It’s part of my job to make sure no more families cries at night because some psycho is on a killing rampage. And you’re the fucking BAU supposed to –“

“I know my duties.” Hotch cut her off getting a bit agitated by her behavior.

“Do you now?”

“Leave L/N.”

“Nah, don’t think so.”

“You have no authority here.”

The sudden slap of a paper file on his desk didn’t make as much dramatic effect as she expected, but got his attention regardless.

“Come on Hotch. Don’t be shy, open it.”

 The ruffling of the pages was the only answer she got as Hotch’s eyes were moving though the file and the photos attached, scanning through every detail and blood mark on the bodies of the killed. Every line, every cut and wound inflicted on the flesh had a meaning. They both could sense in their bones even if didn’t make any sense at the point.  

“Bet they didn’t show you that, did they?” she whispered taking in his seemingly unfazed expression.

“This is-“

“Yeah, I know.“ she bit her lip hard enough to make it turn red from the pressure.

“Try to not bleed on my papers L/N.” his eyes flickered to her mouth for a split second.

“Look Hotch, I know we have our differences, many differences, but please.” She noticed, but decided to drop it due to the more urgent matter than his gaze and the sudden wave of heat. “Please work with me on this.”

She sighed hating the fact she was forced to plead with him. But it was all for the greater good and if that was what it took to ensure safety and peace in town – so be it.

“Why?” his dark eyes landed on her, piercing right through and it made her shiver in the same way she did when he grabbed her hand at the lake when they were working together before Christmas.

God, she hated her feelings. It was job, for crying out loud, and she didn’t need any exposure. Aaron could read her like a magazine, and it was very uncomfortable, to think he knew her better then she knew herself, while hiding his own motivations and emotions at the same time. Treating her like a mouse he could play with.  

“What do you mean why? Why do I want you to come?”

“Why are you pleading with me? You’re proud. You’re hot tempered. You do what you believe is right even if it violates someone else’s rules and patterns of behaviors.”

“And procedures.” She smirked

“Yes.” He nodded “So why?”

“You really want me to say it, don’t you? Some ego-feeding agent Hotchner?”

He looked at her in predatory, warning way even if his whole posture was revealing he was the lion falling for a lamb.

“Fine. Fine! You’re my last hope. I need you.”

Hotch’s face expression didn’t change even in the slightest when he stood up and opened the door motioning her to walk out.

“Aaron I –“

“Y/N.” He shook his head and waited patiently till she finally moved from the chair, defeated.

So she fought and lost and now the stupid mayor, who was only caring about the pretenses and appearances would be on top.

Over her dead body. She would catch that killer freak herself even if it meant –

“We’re going to Washington.“

Wait, what?

Hotch’s voice got through to her brain, but his words made no sense to her.

Did he just say -?

She frowned and looked at him in a bit of confusion.

“why does your action and your words never match?”

“Better get yourself on the plane L/N.”

“Since when do you take additional passengers?”

“Since I need to keep an eye on a rowdy DA, who wants to pursue a dangerous criminal on her own.”

“I did not-“

“You did.” He muttered handing her the coat in a very telling gesture

Um. Thank you?

“Are you concerned about my safety or something now?”

“You’re reckless and tend to put yourself in danger. I’m always concerned about your safety. Who would be my partner in investigating the bodies if something happened to you?”

Sure.

It was all about the bodies.

Not necessarily the dead ones though.

And very natural human instincts, even if forced to stay in hiding.

@somest1 @taygrls

[hotchnerxo]

Aaron Hotchner x Reader!soldier

While being in Pakistan Hotch falls in love with one of the Seals. The feelings are mutrual but Aaron has to leave again and the two try to be in touch but it is difficult.

Reader leaves Pakistan 4 month after Hotch and didnt tell him.

A surprise visit at the BAU chances everthing and brings them together.

This was so much fun to write! And I would absolutely love to write a whole series out of this!!! Thank you so much for the request. Hope it is to your liking! (Also this was longer than I at first intended)

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A year prior, you had agreed to run a task force in Pakistan. It was your first solo operation managing it all, and although nervous, you were more than capable of handling it. It is after all what you’ve been training for for a long time. 

Few months into the operation, you and your team got another helping hand from the FBI, a team leader from a special unit, Aaron Hotchner. 

At first, you were a bit worried, having an experienced leader join your team. Would they want to overtake your operation? Would the FBI try to get too involved through him? But instead, your nerves melted soon after meeting up with the man. His intelligence and true will to help were stronger than any of your previous doubts. 

What you did not expect happening, was getting so close with the man. Him and you worked great as a team and grew close during his time with you. Professionalism has always been important to the both of you, but working so closely together for a long time, you got to know him on a more personal level. 

Four months ago, he got a call that ended his time with you. He couldn’t tell you much at that moment, other than his team needing him back in Quantico. And you know his team is his family and he would do anything for them. But he promised to explain it all once the task force is over. 

“I’ll hold you to it” you had told him as he stepped into his vehicle and rushed for his plane. 

Now, 4 months later, you find yourself at the Bureau, delivering the remaining paperwork of your now-ended task force. You’ve barely made it back to the country, still in uniform and all, but on your way out, you notice a sign on the elevator: Behavioral Analysis Unit. And before you know it, you find yourself on the sixth floor, rather than the garage. 

You make your way through the glass doors and hear a playful banter from the kitchenette on your right. You hear familiar names pop up in the short conversation, letting you know that it’s Hotchner’s team. 

“Excuse me” you interrupt softly and the banter quiets. The four agents on their break turn to look at you and straighten up seeing your uniform. “So sorry to interrupt you on your break” you try to sound relaxed and calm, you’re not here for professional matters “I’m trying to find Aar-, I mean Agent Hotchner” you clear your throat, your confidence diving as you notice two of the agents share a look “Am I in the right place?” 

“Yes, ma’am” a dark haired woman smiles politely and points you in the direction of his office. You thank them and head towards the office at the end of the bullpen. 

His curtains are open and seeing a familiar man behind it almost makes you stop on your feet. But with determination, you remain calm and keep on walking. 

Although his door is open, Hotchner hasn’t yet noticed you at the door. You take a couple of seconds to admire him in such deep concentration. You take a moment to admire him. His dark hair is in neat order, although a few strands have fallen to his forehead throughout the day. Instead of his military uniform, he’s in a form fitting suit. You had gotten so used to seeing him with a beard or at least a stubble, now seeing him clean shaven is strange. But you can’t deny your clear attraction to him. 

“I need that report on my desk first thing in the morning, Hotchner” you put your best ‘Unit chief’ voice on as you step into his office. The man’s eyes dart up to you, but the look softens immediately as he recognizes who it’s coming from. You can’t help but smile, seeing him again after months of being away. 

“Hey!” He greets you and walks up to you from behind his desk. You spread your arms for a hug and he seems more than happy to wrap his arms around you. Somehow, you’d forgotten how tall he is. And as he’s now so close to you and you feel his strong body against yours, you forget how to breathe momentarily. 

Once you separate, seeing the fond smile on him makes your knees buckle and you have to force yourself to focus. 

“What are you doing here?” he breaks the silence, still in slight disbelief to see you in his office. 

“Finally back in town, case’s over” you explain. Even after he’d left Pakistan, he had checked in on the task force every now and then. But he’s been so packed with work recently that he hasn’t had the time. “I really wanted to see you, it’s been awhile. And I’m pretty sure I’m owed an explanation”. 

“You are” he admits, his gaze dropping down momentarily. But only seconds later, he looks back at you, as if he can’t keep his eyes off of you. 

There’s a moment of silence, but you feel a laughter bubble in you. The man in front of you seems completely oblivious to what you’re trying to tell him. The man is extremely smart, but you know he’s had to put up a lot of walls for himself. 

“Are you busy tonight?” you ask more directly, hoping for him to catch up on your thought process. “I’m very jet lagged, I think a shower and a nap would do wonders really” you feel yourself rambling on beside your point “But would you have time for dinner tonight? To, you know, catch up”. 

“I’d like that” he voice is almost down to a whisper “Would 1900 work?” 

You smile at his wording. “Only if you let me drive”. 

“Not a chance!” his laugh makes the butterflies in your stomach take flight “I’ve seen how you drive. I’d like to live, thanks”. 

“What are you saying, Hotchner?” you try to act offended, although failing miserably. 

“What I’m saying is that I’ll pick you up at 7”.

[kaisworlds]

SOMETHING with gaz PLEASE!! ANYTHING!! MY BOY IS STARVING!!!!

smirky face emoji

tbh idek what this is its so bad too someone help this fucking wristers block in murdering me and my unborn kids

cw: ooc gaz 😥 kissing👹 jealous kyle🤘

no one would have expected the sergent to be the one getting dicked down by the new recruit but here they are.

its only been a few months since you joined the force, constantly flirting with everyone but of course keeping in professional. not noticing the eyes watching you as you shamelessly flirt with soap listening to the cheesey pick up lines you two use on each other.

however your favourite person to make subtle advances towards is definitely sergent kyle, you could tell he liked it by the way he avoids eye contact as his cheeks deepen in color telling you how unprofessional it is. you dont do it as much anymore actually worrying for the sake of your job with how much he asks threatens to report you even though it was always empty promises.

you notice how he has been picking on you more, making you run errands like a chore boy so you decide to confront him knocking on his office door waiting for the quiet hum before walking in and standing across the desk from him.

he looks up from his paper work raising an eyebrow "yes? do you need anything?" trying to sound somewhat intimidating ignoring the way his heart picks up pace by simply being alone with you.

"no disrespect sir but i feel as though i am being treated unfairly with the distribution of chores around the base and i would like to wonder why" eyes scanning over his face, watching as he goes to rub his stubble, something he does when he is nervous, usually being yelled at by the captain but its just you two why would he be nervous.

confusion dusts your brain until it all clicks

"holy shit youre jealous arent you" kyle's eyes widen as he blinks "excuse me? what are you getting at here" his accent pushing through brutally hoping he doesnt get caught up in his small crush for you or maybe a small (huge.) part of him wants you to like him back. "im saying youre jealous of the other people i've been flirting with...and maybe even angry at me since i stopped messin 'round with you yeah?" leaning forward onto the table, he cant help up stare at how your muscles are bulging out of your shirt sleeves before replying "and what if i am its got nothing to do with how much chores you do im not petty" he keeps his eyes to the pages scattered across his desk as he feels your presence lurking around the desk until he feels a hand coming from behind resting on his shoulder "if you liked me you couldve just told me kyle" your lips are so close to his ear if he turned his head-

he couldnt even finish his thought before he felt a hand on his cheek turning his face as you plant a kiss on his lips a quick one that has him slightly chasing your lips "you know for a sergeant you're pretty desperate...going as far as to put me through manual labor just to get back at me" he shys away guilt slightly taking over him "you're cute though" he huffs before chuckling its been years since anyone called him cute

[leafyaa]

Chapter 13

You had such a good time yesterday that you totally forgot about the package. So much so that you were dumbfounded when a person asked for it, making you rethink what package they were referring too. 

"A package? You mean this one?" You picked the package up from the floor to show it to the person on your doorstep.

"Could I inspect it for a second?" The small female said as she reached for the package.

"Uhm, sure?" You lowered yourself down to her size to hand her the package.

You inspected the woman who was half your size. Sure she was quite short but she sounded and looked like a professional. Although she didn't look like she belonged to the delivery company, from observing her mannerism and outfit.

"Just as we expected.."

"Uhmm what's expected?"

"Someone delivered this to the wrong address.. It's quite the important item too.. People these days are way too reckless." The shorter woman sighed as she carefully put it into a black garbage bag.

"Wait what.. But the delivery man.." You were so confused. The man from yesterday said it was your neighbor's package.. 

"Don't worry, we'll take care of it. Luckily you didn't open it so there are no legal issues." She said.

"Okay.. Am I missing something? This feels extremely weird.." 

"Yeah, it's your first time encountering such a problem.. For us it might be the 100th time. But don't worry, we'll make sure to never repeat this mistake again." The woman said with a yawn. 

"I see.."

You nod and thank her, then close the door and sit down at your couch. Kind of still in shock. Could this be targeted at you?

But the woman didn't say it was targeted to you, actually she never gave any explanation of how this package was delivered to your address.. Surely there weren't any of those weird pranksters behind this... 

You thought of reporting it to your friends but refrained from doing so, not wanting to burden them with your small worries, so instead you just went back to what you were doing.

You walked to your bedroom and carefully woke your cat up, brushing its fur until it slowly woke up. You still didn't know if it was a girl or boy but you didn't mind either. 

You remembered what Kunikuzushi told you about going to the vet for a check up so you searched up the nearest vet and quickly dressed up to take your cat there. 

While you were going about your day with little to no worries, Kunikuzushi on the other hand was frustrated. 

"We've confiscated the bomb successfully." Sayu says as she shows the picture of an x-ray. It was a scan of the contents of the mysterious package that was delivered to your home. 

Ayato hums in satisfaction as he goes through the reports given by his employee, then sliding them towards Kunikuzushi who could only clench his fist. He felt furious at whoever set the bomb up, especially towards you. 

"As promised we made sure to keep your woman safe and not to reveal anything. So hand over the files I requested please." The Kamisato says calmly. 

"Here." Kunikuzushi carelessly throws the USB stick over to Ayato who easily catches it with his thumb and index finger. He gives a sign and Sayu immediately pulls out a laptop and hands it over to him. 

As Ayato puts in the USB Kunikuzushi stands up, ready to leave but is stopped by Ayato's voice. 

"Wait a minute, you're not done yet." 

"What." Kunizkushi visibly glares as he sits back down at his seat. 

"A few questions I have about this particular harbinger.." Ayato says, slowly shifting his gaze over to Kunikuzushi. "So the Knave huh.. Is one of the 10 Snezhnayan diplomats while also being the criminally most wanted child trafficker?" 

"Correct." 

"And this is the database of all the children she has accumulated over the years?" 

"From up to last year, yes."

"Where are all the names of the children though? All I see are the dates of and some other number behind them."

"That is, because it isn't of importance who the child's identity is, rather when they were taken and the ranks of the children."

Ayato's face changed expressions and started to frown. "So these are randomly targeted children, is that what you are saying?"

"Oh that?" Kunikuzushi let out a chuckle, seemingly changing moods. "The bitch mostly lured those with unstable homes away and portrayed herself as their angel coming to save them. Children are dumb and fall easily for these kinds of acts, even more when they view the person as a hero who has come to save them. They don't know they'll be tricked into being their little soldiers, they don't know it's all an elaborate scheme just to make money off of them or use them.. But in the end, it's all for the Fatui's benefit." 

Ayato sighed, now being able to confirm that the rumors were indeed true. Children who were offered a chance at a young age that then become one of them, one of the Fatui. But Kunikuzushi didn't seem to want to wait for him to end his thoughts and continued.

"But we also have those who are specifically targeted. Sometimes harbingers request for certain specific children.. And one of them is the Doctor." Kunikuzushi spoke that name with disgust.

"As you know he's known as Snezhnaya's greatest scientist Dottore. He graduated from the Sumeru Akademiya as the first person from Snezhnaya. Truly fascinating, no? Yet his fascination for humans was even greater as he loved to experiment with the human body." Kunikuzushi speaks as he closes his eyes, feeling the memories of his past flood in.

"So, he's one of the few harbingers that requests children for his 'hobby', as he calls it."

Ayato's mouth dropped wide open. Kunikuzushi looks at him in satisfaction before slowly making his way towards the door.

"I suppose this is enough for today, I'll take my leave now."

While Kunikuzushi leaves, Ayato is left alone in his office to process everything. 

Kunikuzushi's smirk disappeared from his face as soon as nobody watched him. He was disgusted by Dottore's hobbies, disgusted by his personality and him in general. How much he wanted to kill... It was an understatement.

He wanted to torture him as much and even more than he did with him. Back when he was still a kid.

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Notes:

Still thinking how to incorporate Fontaine characters into this story and when to add the memory bubbles. 🤔

And I just realized the memory Bubble I posted isn't even really related to the chapter 💀 like it doesn't have the connection 😭 but anyways here's the link

Summary:

You've dated Scaramouche in your high school and college years but just as you wanted to announce your pregnancy to him he broke up with you without any reason. He left you to be a single mom for 7 years. But now that your daughter has been missing and abducted for a year and you've not been doing well and out of a sudden he showed up into your life again trying to apologize for his past mistakes..?

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[itsybitsybatsyspider]

Connor and Gavin Besties Dynamic would include

Connor trying to be the one above the call-outs and banter that Gavin throws at him in the workplace, for the sake of professionalism

but the second he's off the clock it is ON

Connor also being petty at work in retaliation

they have the dynamic of that one tiktok where this guy is cooking fried chicken in the bathroom as he's taking a shower so that his friend wouldn't steal it, and then his friend breaks in with a screwdriver and and still steals it.

Gavin would take a picture of Hank's living room and use it as his background during FaceTime calls

"Hey... hey Connor come here, i need to tell you something."

"I don't trust you."

"No seriously, I promise I'm not gonna do anything it's for the case."

"......Fine... what is it?"

*burps in his face*

"....... I swear to-"

Connor gets one of those ice cream quart padlocks and locks Gavin's ice cream at the precinct

Gavin just saws off the bottom of the container and eats it like that out of spite.

* Connor and Gavin at a bar*

Gavin: you better step down, son, taking this whole thing too far. Hold me back, Connor. I'm serious, hold me back, Connor! I'm seRIOUS HOLD ME BAC-......... why aren't you holding me back?

"Excuse me, Gavin but i have those reports for the Carey case right here for you on my desk."

"I ain't falling for my own joke, tin can."

"No, I am serious. And even if i was trying to pull the same joke, i am incapable of eructation."

"Oh... well okay the-"

T̶̝̳̍͛͜H̷̨̻͕̪̣͗Ę̵̬͔̬̹̄͜ ̵͙̫͇̰̺̗̈́̎̍̅̕F̷̧̼̟̪̱͕̑Į̶̟̖̠̮̈́́Ţ̵̲̯̤̪̄̄N̴̳̍Ẹ̷̅̈́̌̉̊̚͜S̸̨̰͔̿̄̀̿͝S̶̲̳̲̑̌̔ ̸̮̓̇G̵̪͖̥̖̯̈͌̐̿Ṝ̷A̴̧̢͂̊̏̾M̵̟̥̹̥̝̖͒ ̴̧̩̯̿̽͑P̶̮̪̿̌̈̽̋̀Á̸͇̭̈́C̸̩̠̀̇͛͠Ẹ̷̪̱͇̼͊R̶̥̦̫͑́̓̅͗̈́ ̶̩͍͍͓̞̔͌̋̎̓̈́T̸̛̬̟͐̀͛̈́̈Ę̴̜̟̜̹̿̿͗S̵̛̩̝̩͗͊͆̄͛ͅͅT̷͚͒ ̴̗͌ͅI̶͖͒̓́̏S̷̤̞̻̟̅̂̄̎ ̴̨̉̾̐̀͛͋Á̸̝̫̋͑͠ ̷̨̘̠̦͕̅M̶̜̬͍̼̗̬͗̏̊̈͝U̸̫̯̩̬͛͝Ĺ̵̜̼̜̦̀̇̆̕͘T̶͔͉͗̈́Ḯ̴͙S̴̯͙̣͓̫̀̈͜Ṯ̷͎̥͓̌͐̎͑Ą̴̳̖̓͆̀̄̀͜G̷̻̯͎͒̑̉̓E̴̗̭̒ ̷̡̺̮͚̞́̽̈́̈́̕A̴̠̝̿͒͂̕ͅĘ̴̠̮͌̐̒R̷̠̼̙̉̒O̸̼͍͗̈́͗̃̃B̵͍͈̪͖͎̔̓̅̇͘͘I̷̝͉̪̍̔C̸̖̘͙̆͗ ̴̣͉̝̳͖͋͜͝Ç̵̨̹͗A̵͉̺̟͇͠ͅP̷̪͕͔̱͙̬̓̄A̶̟͖̯̹͎̒̎C̵͔̮͍͗̂̌͊̿͝Ī̵̤́͊͆̀͊T̷̙͉͖̙͜͝ͅŸ̴̖͈͚̜͓̱́̾ ̷̘͆̂̄͗͝T̶̻̿Ę̷̢̬̔̒S̷͔͙̹̪̉͑̃͌̀Ṭ̵̓̏̅̉-"

Gavin: god I fucking hate that guy, he's such a prick

Coworker: why don't you just stop being friends with him then?

Gavin: FUCK NO! He's already agreed to be my Best Man

*Connor working silently and diligently*

*notices Gavin staring at him from across the bullpen*

"..... what?"

"You're ass is grass and I'm gonna mow it."

"LEAVE ME ALONE!"

Gavin punching in the teeth of xenophobes. Or at the very least cussing them out because no, Gavin, you already have enough write-ups and complaints as it is, you gotta stop it. Yes, i appreciate the intentions, but the means are getting you in trouble.

Old Cop Acquaintance: Last time we hung out you hated androids. You've gotten soft.

Gavin: No, i've gotten hard. Because he's my best friend, he's my pal. My homeboy, my rotten soldier; my sweet cheese, my good time boy

the newer cops in the precinct start spreading a rumor that Gavin and Connor are dating, and when Connor brings it up with Gavin to see if he wants to do anything to dispel the rumors he just says "If you don't have rumors going around that you and your best friend are dating, then you aren't real best friends."

that's basically how Connor realizes that he has a best friend for the first time.

Gavin: Connor, would you ever bail me out of jail?

Connor: Bold of you to assume I'm not in jail with you

Gavin: bro

Connor: Nines would be the one to bail us out of jail.

Gavin: aw fuck, no, come on! Nines would give us the Look of Disappointment

Connor: Better than the Dad of Disapproval

Gavin: fair point

Tactical Training Day is full of chaos because Gavin makes a bet that he'll do better and while Connor doesn't outright agree to it, you can tell he's playing along because he's putting more effort into the simulations than normal.

Gavin: Okay, run it by me one more time. What do you do if i get shot in the field?

Connor: well, I was programmed to immediately get you clear of the line of fire and then provide medical assistance until back-up or an ALS unit arrives.

Gavin: but?

Connor: ...but you've asked me to cry out "MMMMMM WHATCHA SAAYYY!" and then proceed with my protocols.

Gavin: exACTLY

[reasonsforhope]

There was recently a video I saw explaining that the list that puts TSwift outside of the top 30 goes off of self-reported data only, and can not be considered a reliable indicator that her usage is going down, only that she is reporting it less

Hmm, so I looked into it and it's kind of unclear, because the website that The Tab used, My Climate Tracker...literally contradicts itself when they talk about their methods.

If you scroll down on the website's main page, it says this:

"The myclimate Carbon Tracker uses public domain flight trackers and social media posts from influencers and celebrities to list flights, collect emissions data and also post critical, direct queries on social media. The results are made visible in a large carbon ranking. "We only use data that celebrities themselves publish. When someone’s tagged in a picture drinking champagne in Las Vegas one day and then posts from Lloret de Mar the next, the myclimate Carbon Tracker springs into action. Our ‘service’ consists of an automated post on their Twitter or Instagram profile. This draws attention to the account’s CO₂ emissions and includes a link to our emissions calculator. There they find a critical look at their travel habits, as well as a suggestion that they donate to climate protection projects," says myclimate’s Head of Marketing Daniel Aregger."

The problem is that those two paragraphs say very different things!!! Because "public domain flight trackers," which are the main source for these things, are definitely not data the celebrities self-report! Which blatantly contradicts the first paragraph!

So do they use flight trackers, or don't they? And if so, how heavily do they weigh those??

Would love to hear from aviation nerds and hobbyists on what is more likely.

I am tentatively inclined to say that they probably mostly use flight trackers (which like. my understanding is that most or all of these include the departure and arrival location, so I'm not sure why the Instagram data is necessary anyway) and possibly added the paragraph about "We only use data that celebrities themselves publish" in response to the whole cease-and-desist thing. I say this partly because I'm not sure how else they could promise any degree of accuracy with their numbers, otherwise?

Would love a link to the video if you can find it. (Just changed my ask settings to allow media). And again, would love asks or comments from any aviation hobbyists and/or professionals with info about this!

[mrsmarinara]

Take My Hand and I Promise To Never Drop It || John Marino

Requested; no

Warnings; stillborn;

Summary: when things are bad, you can only think of one person to reach for. When you’re happy, there’s only one person you want to share that news with. Like Emily Brontë said, “he’s more myself than I am.”

a/n: It’s written in a different format from my other writing because I intend for this to be the beginning of an au. So send in asks and ideas for this. Also, it’s sad. It’s very sad.

By your sophomore year of college, you and John are inseparable and everyone, even the two of you know that you would get married one day. When he’s traded to the Penguins and moves to Pittsburgh your family tries to get you to stay but despite your family’s arguments, you go with him. No one thinks you should follow him because that never works. Everyone thinks you’re a trailing girlfriend and you don’t even have a ring but it doesn’t matter because you believe in John and you find a good job in the field you studied and decide that you’ll also go to get your graduates degree while your boyfriend is playing hockey at a professional level.

This is when the fights begin. No time together, rumors online about cheating, but all of it boils down to the fact that for the first time; you two are alone. No family or friends to fall back on but soon you two are doing better when you integrate with the Wags from the Penguins and he starts making a name for himself.

It’s going well and you graduate and the whole stadium is chanting his name. You finally have friends outside of each other and reporters ask about you and John can’t help but smile because he’s loved you since he was 18 and that love has only grown. If he could talk about you forever, he would. However, that night he comes home and your waiting for him. Usually you’re out with another Wag or at your new office but he sees you fiddling with your hands and squirming on the bed and it isn’t until he sees the positive pregnancy test that he knowns why your nervous.

He wasn’t expecting it but he wastes no time in pulling you into his chest (smelly and sweaty because he hasn’t shower but still he smells so much like him and right now it’s the most comforting thing in the world) and you can help but cling onto him. “I know it’s a surprise, baby, but damn it, it’s a hell of a good one.”

So you two do what you guys are best at, you figure it out. You both call your families and friends. John tells his teammates and you tells the other players wives and girlfriends and suddenly things for the baby (that isn’t more than a clump of cells at the moment) have started piling up for when they come.

It’s scary and exiciting and you and John talk and agree that it’s best if you stay home with the baby until they start school with his traveling schedule and when you go to the doctor and get the scan there’s a faint heartbeat and neither of you can wait and you find out that the tiny human that’s forming in you is a girl and John doesn’t even try to hold back his tears before you can process it and he says before you can ask, “we’re gonna have a mini you. A pocket sized version of my favorite person.”

Two weeks later, after it’s announced that the Penguins are going to the playoffs, John proposes. You recognize the ring as his grandmother’s the one you always admire and compliment when you see her. You try to say yes with tears streaming down your face and John understands you, he always does so when he pulls you into a hug and the baby kicks he chuckles and slips the ring on.

When the Penguins are eliminated it’s hard on him but he’s resilient. John tells you there are more things to focus on and to be happy about and so you continue working on the nursery until one night, you wake up are drenched in sweat because of the July heat but when you get up you have the worst cramps and that’s when you see the blood. You try not to panic but it seems like you couldn’t hide it to well because John is out of bed immediately and bringing you to the car.

You can’t tell if your crying because of the cramps in your abdomen or because you know what this means. It’s the 28th week of your pregnancy and heavy bleeding and cramps aren’t a good sign. It’s only confirmed when the doctors examine you and with what they must think is a sympathetic look you are told that they will induce you into labor. That you will have to give birth to your baby.

It’s a blur after that. You remember begging John not to leave you and crying how it wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair that you would have to go through the motions of giving birth, only to have a small lifeless baby placed in your arms.

John holds your hand the whole time and when the still baby is in your arms, his voice is thick and sad when he says “oh, she’s so beautiful.”

The tear on your cheek, this time, isn’t yours. You can feel the pain in your chest and the tears in your eyes and throat but when you look up at a John, the man who you followed, who you saw grow from a boy into a man, who has always been by your side you see that that same pain that fills you also resides in him. So you do the only thing you can think of is to reach up and grab his hand and squeeze.

“We’ll make it through this.” Your voice is stronger than you feel and your grateful for that. “Together we can make it through anything.”

Within the next week you found and bought a plot of land in Massachusetts to put a small gravestone that read ‘Odette Faith Marino’. Every other day you visit the gravestone and talk to the baby who isn’t in it ground. When John isn’t practicing for the upcoming season, he accompanies you. Sometimes it’s silent, sometimes the two of you imagine the life she may have lived and eventually the tears slow and it doesn’t hurt as much to come and see where she should have been laid.

When you go back to Pittsburgh, everyone knows not to bring anything up and slowly you get back into into the routine of work and spending time at work. John is doing better than ever on the ice and when you can, you go to all the games you can.

One night, though, when everything feels normal, John says something that raises the hair on the back of your neck. They’re talking about trading him. You had built a life here. You have a job and friends. What’s even in New a jersey? You knew this was always a possibility and that it happens all of the time but you had built such a strong community in Pittsburgh.

What would John and yours life look like in a different state and with a different team?

[coffeeheartaddict2]

When life has other plans (16/16)

All's well that ends well

Book: Open Heart (AU)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC Casey Valentine

Word count: 3398

Warnings: language, sexual content

Category: Smutty fluff

Rating: Mature

Summary: It is Casey’s final year of residency. Boards, offers and a few surprises are in stall.

Disclaimer: characters belong to Pixelberry.

Authors note: we made it, last chapter and the happy ending I promised. For those who have endured another angsty AU thank you. I hope you enjoy the ending.

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Casey could not believe it. Final year of residency was here. Between her regular duties as a resident and junior fellow, as well as studying for boards there was not much time for anything else, which was the main reason why she declined her nomination to be in the running for chief resident. Jackie was kicking goals with the position though and Aurora was back at Edenbrook also. Casey knew that the medical world would be her oyster after her residency but she was torn. She enjoyed the team and felt she still had much to learn and contribute but at the same time, what was going to be best for her.

After Ethan confessing about the nightmares he had been having, their relationship again grew stronger and closer. In a way Ethan was excited about Casey coming to the end of residency and the next chapter in her career but the ghosts of future chats past was starting to rear its ugly head. He did not want to hold her back in any way but he also knew that if he was out of his reporting lines then they could be more open about their relationship and that any allegation of Casey being where she is only because of him would be less.

On a rare day off for both of them Ethan decided to start a dialogue about their future.

“I am a little scared, the last time I had a “our future chat” was in medical school. To say it did not end well is putting it mildly. I do not want a repeat of that. I know Boards are still several months away but any post residency offers from elsewhere will start coming in before boards…”

“Yeah, I was chatting to Tobias about the other day and how I will not get my Edenbrook one until we get our results, let’s just say if Tobias was still at Kenmore he would have put an offer to me to spite you pretty much.”

Ethan could not help but chuckle.

“In all seriousness Casey, I do not want to hold you back professionally. I know it is not the be all and end all but I also do understand if you wish to move out of my shadow…”

“This much I do know Ethan, I am staying on the East coast, my family are on this side, you are but obviously we will discuss more as time gets closer. What happened with the last chat that had you so scared?” Asked Casey.

“It was med school, I was well into my third year. I had been in a relationship with a fellow student, Estelle. Back in those days I had a big wall so the fact I was in a relationship and had been for nearly 8 months at that point was a big deal. It was coming up to Estelle needing to pick residency and what we wanted to do relationship wise. She asked me if I loved her and I could not say it back. She was distraught and accused me of not being able to see a future. She stormed out and I went to see her the next day to apologize, granted the same apology I had said several times over and I was greeted by a near naked Tobias…”

“Ouch” said Casey, wincing.

“Tobias numerous times had a discussion about my walls and issues and how I needed to address them and well, I did not know how or did not have the drive to do so. I had also assumed that Louise had left me because she did not love me so there was that also.”

Casey squeezed his hand.

“Well I was rather angry as you would imagine. At both of them. That is the point where things between myself and Tobias turned toxic. Estelle after a few weeks kept trying to woo me back but I could not trust her again.”

“Wow, ok, I know you told me that you both liked the same woman in medical school but I had no idea what had happened…” said Casey. “I understand the fear better. As I said earlier, unless they are going to pay my college debt and moving costs and it is a great offer career wise, I am staying on the east coast. And I will not be making this decision unilaterally either.”

Ethan smiles and gives her a hug. This discussion buoyed Ethan even more. Up until Casey, he never saw himself getting married or even a de facto relationship, however, the longer he was with Casey the more he saw the prospect of marriage. It was not something that he broached with her yet but it was something he knew he wanted.

As boards get closer, the busier Casey is with work and study. Ethan is worried about Casey, burning the candle at both ends. Casey understands where Ethan is coming from but she states that she can cope. Her work on the team did not go down nor in her regular duties. He marveled at how well she was going. As much as Casey worked hard she, along with all of her friends, were looking forward to the wedding of Ines. She was getting married in Hawaii. Casey was looking forward to the break. The flight to Hawaii was uneventful if not long. But they made it safely and when they were all checked in Casey went to bed. She awoke the next morning. The sea air bribing back memories of Miami in her intern year. There was a familiar stirring at her core but she refrained, knowing full well that there was plenty of time after the wedding to partake in what she wanted. She got dressed and met Ethan for some breakfast. He introduced her to Kona and Casey loved it. She then went stand up paddle boarding with Aurora and had a blast. Then it was time to get ready for the wedding. Casey picked a strapless floral number that suited the beach location perfectly. She put her hair up in a bun and had a few strands shaping her face. The ceremony itself was beautiful. Casey stayed with her friends for the ceremony and Ethan stuck towards the back. Ethan normally spent weddings wondering why people would take the plunge, but this time he listened to the words of not only Zaid, but the commitments that Ines and Angie made to each other and he then saw himself at an altar, making the same commitments to Casey and a feeling of peace the he never thought he would know lay upon him. He enjoyed some of the activity of the reception but he moved out to a balcony. Casey saw him move and after collecting a slice of cake for him as well as herself, joined him.

“How are you going?” She asks.

“Good, it was a lovely ceremony and I have been enjoying myself.”

“I am glad” says Casey. They enjoy their cake and then they go for a walk on the beach.

“Have you thought about what you want from our relationship long term?” Asks Ethan.

Casey is shocked by the question.

“What do I want as in…”

“Do you see marriage or similar” said Ethan.

“I thought you did not believe in marriage?”

“Well as we have gotten closer I have come to quite a few realizations about what I want in life.” Said Ethan “And events and therapy have helped me realize that what happened in my past does not need to dictate my future, which in away I had been doing.”

“I must admit, if you told me at the beginning of second year that we were in a relationship, I would have thought that person crazy, don’t get me wrong, I am more than happy to be in a relationship, especially given what we have gone through but my mind has so much being on boards and post residency that it has not being at the forefront of my mind but in saying that, I do see a future with you.”

Ethan internally breathed a sigh of relief before saying.

“You do indeed look ravishing in that dress” says Ethan before he plants a searing kiss on her lips. Casey returns the kiss. While Ethan starts kissing the column of her neck, Casey asks, nearly breathless

“Shall we go to my room?”

“Yes please” says Ethan huskily.

They make their way back to the hotel, unable to keep their hands and lips of each other. Once in the lift he lifts he up and she puts her legs around his waist. His hand trails up her thigh and Casey gasps as his hand reaches her drenched centre. He plays with her clit. Casey quietly moans. The elevator reaches their floor and they resume kissing. They arrive at Casey’s room. They enter and Ethan pushes her up against the door. He finds her zip and unzips her dress and the top falls around her waist. Ethan ravishes attention on her chest. He stops and lets her down so that he dress can fall down. He kneels down, laying waste to her underwear and places her leg over his shoulder and kisses up the inside of her thigh to her centre. The session is short and intense and Casey succumbs screaming. “I love you so much” she says breathlessly.

He kisses her before they make their way to the bed. They go several long and rather intense rounds. Ethan falls into an exhausted sleep. Casey lays awake, physically sated and with a feeling of peace. As she lay there, her mind went back to that first time in Miami and how they agreed to the initial arrangement and reflected on how far they had come not only as individuals but as a couple and then she smiled before drifting off into a blissful sleep.

Ethan awoke first, he looked at the gorgeously naked woman who was laying over him and wondered what had he done to be in love with and to receive the same love in return. In that moment he knew he was ready and that he would propose after Casey got her results.

Everyone enjoyed the brief break but when everyone returned, they hit the ground running. Ethan and Tobias tried to lessen Casey’s workload generally so she was not overstretched leading into boards. A few weeks after Hawaii Ethan and Tobias met for lunch socially. It was then that Ethan told Tobias that he was going to propose to Casey. To Ethan’s surprise, he was not surprised at this development. He was very excited for his friend though. Tobias said if he wanted any help shopping or planning the proposal to let him know.

A fortnight before boards Casey was unwell, with a respiratory tract infection for which treatment with antibiotics was needed. Due to being ordered to not even come into work until the course had finished, Casey made a quick recovery. This did not affect her preparations for boards.

The day of the board exams came. Casey and the gang arrived early and waited to be let in. The first part was the multiple choice component with the practical component after lunch. The gang were nervous obviously but on a base level fairly confident. Casey was told by not only Ethan but also by Tobias and by Baz not to overthink the questions. The exam started and there were a mix of tricky and easy questions. Casey felt she was going good until there was a question about the maitotoxin. She had to do a double take and then internally started to panic. She took a few deep breaths and answered the question before carrying on. The morning part came to an end and a visibly shaken Casey retrieved her belongings and made a phone call. Ethan was at Edenbrook, doing paperwork when his phone rang. He looked at phone and Casey’s face was on the screen. He answered the call.

“How are boards going sweetheart?” He asked.

“There was a question about the maitotoxin. It shook me.” Said Casey. “I thought I was over the worst of everything with that bit…”

Casey, breath, please” interjected Ethan. Casey does as she is told. “I can only imagine how traumatic that was to see that question but remember, recovery is not a straight line, but the fact you did not completely have a panic attack is a good sign.”

“Thanks Ethan, I did manage to get through the rest.”

“Glad to hear it, I will see you tonight.”

“See you tonight and I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Casey hangs up and has lunch with the rest of the gang. They discussed how they think they went and the maitotoxin question and Jackie asked a question.

“Has anyone seen Landry?”

“To be honest, I have not looked for him.”

“I did not see Judas” stated Elijah.

“He either ended up elsewhere and this was not his testing location or wherever he ended up did not work out.” Said Aurora.

All agreed though, they were quietly happy that they did not see him.

The afternoon session went without a hitch and then it was time to head home and get ready for the post boards party. Casey was looking forward to this on multiple fronts. She was looking forward to celebrating with her colleagues but also with Ethan. Between work and study, they had not much alone time together and Casey was looking forward to rectifying that. After a nap and a shower she got dressed in a rather salacious red lingerie set, she knew it would be ruined but she did not care. She wore it under a black wrap dress, paired with some heels and she was more than eager to go. The party at Donahue’s was in full swing and it did not take him long to find her. She looked alluring in the black wrap dress and all thoughts of impropriety came rushing forth. She eventually joined him at the bar.

He put his arm around her and whispered how ravishing she looked. Casey suggested that they head back to his house.

Traffic was mercifully good going from the hospital to Ethan’s apartment. As soon as they entered the lift, his lips were on hers. Ethan was a man starved and the journey from the lift to his apartment seemed to take ages. He just about had her up against the wall of his entryway when she told him to stop and guided him to the couch. She stands a little away and slowly takes her dress off. Showing off her new lingerie set inch by painful inch. As soon as her dress came tumbling down he got up and pushed her up against the window. Her breath catches as her back lands on the cool glass. He holds her hands above her head with one hand. He kisses her hard while the other hand plays with the nipple through her bra. He instructs her to keep her arms above her head for which she complies. He kisses down her neck and collarbone. He yanks and rips at her bra before circling her nipples with his tongue before gently sucking them. A slight moan escapes Casey’s lips and he whispers in her ears huskily.

“I am just getting started.”

One hand trails down to go between her legs. Her hips buck at the touch. A groan releases from the back of Ethan’s throat. He moves away slightly to remove his clothes. She quivers when she sees his rock hard cock. He kisses her again hungrily and picks her up, her legs wrapping around his waist. He slowly enters her, allowing time to adjust before moving out and thrusting back in hard.

“Fuck” Casey mutters.

They set an arduous rhythm from the get go and it does not take long for Casey to get close. Ethan holds her on the precipice before he succumbs, triggering Casey’s. He helps her ride it out and then when he feels able, he carries her bridal style to his room. He kisses her gently after laying her down on the bed. The second time is gentler but no less intense. The whole night was filled with sessions equal in intensity. They eventually fell into a deep and blissful sleep.

The last month of residency went in a blur. Naveen stood down as Chief of Medicine. The position was given to Ethan and he was encouraged to seriously think about it. Ethan toyed with giving Casey the team but he knew that would give the misogynists plenty of fodder and he did not want the accomplishment tarnished. Tobias suggested having Casey run it with someone else. Tobias was very impressed with how Casey worked and felt that it would only be a matter of time before she was leading any team in her own right. Ethan then asked Tobias how he felt about running the team, either as a sole leader or co-leadership with Casey for which Tobias replied

“I would very much like to run the team with Casey.”

Now Casey had received several offers. John Hopkins, Mayo, Kenmore, New York Presbyterian, Grossman and Perleman among others. They were all good offers but when Ethan got his offer and started thinking about it and what he wanted to do in the role, the decision was then made that she would stay at Edenbrook.

The last two weeks of residency came and Casey was exhausted. She had been working hard sure but this was another level. On the day that the board results were due, Casey was feeling nauseous. She was nervous about the results but this felt different. She then realized that she was late.

“Fuck” she muttered as the realization that again she was pregnant set in. She ordered herself a blood test. Her board results came in and she had passed with flying colours. She was relieved and excited, especially when she read her Edenbrook offer. Co-running the team with Dr Carrick. She then fought off a wave of nausea.

Her results of the blood test came in by the end of her shift.

She read them while catching the T to Ethan’s apartment.

She was not surprised but also shocked. She arrived at Ethan’s. She saw the romantic setting and was surprised. Especially when she spotted Ethan looking a little nervous.

He offered her a wine, which she declined and she got Ethan to sit down. The ring was sitting in his pocket and with how Casey was looking he all of a sudden became more nervous. He tried to remain calm, but trying to remember what could have upset her was a ball that had already started to move.

Casey could see how nervous he was.

“It is nothing bad Ethan, at least I hope not.”

All overcome with nerves she hands Ethan the result of her blood test. Ethan read, then reread the results again and then he looked over at Casey and he smiled.

“I never thought I would be here, ever, even after the events of the end of your first year. I never considered you an obligation then and I sure do not now. All I do know is that I want it all with you. A marriage, children. Everything. For the longest time I thought I did not deserve any of it and thus ruled it out. But I confronted the issues, with some prompting I admit but I confronted them and even though there will always be a part of me that will wonder if I do deserve it, I do know that the past can be learnt from and that it is not a tool used to dictate my future. I love you so much Casey and I look forward to embarking on life with you, no matter what it has planned.”

He takes a breath and produces a box. He opens it and gets down on one knee.

“Casey, will you make me even happier and marry me.”

Casey was shocked, then looked at the ring. It was gorgeous and then she looked at Ethan.

“Yes, my gosh, Yes.”

He placed the ring on her left hand and they kissed a kiss full of promise of what was to come.

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Authors note: A fun fact, the ending with the pregnancy was only thought of when I started this chapter. I was always going to have a proposal but it feels full circle now. For those who endured the angst and frustration thank you so much. I hope you all enjoyed the ending

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[scintillyyy]

so i want (finally after months of this sitting in my drafts) to say some things about dana winters-drake, because she, along with jack and janet fascinate me. and i'm going to preface this and say: yes, i know she was created and written by terrible sexist writers, a lot of her more negative traits are because terrible sexist writers don't understand or care about how to write women and write them as laughably wtf, and none of what i'm saying means that i think she deserved her ultimate fate (she definitely did not, and i am mad about it). but! she is more complex than just a generic good mom and she has some really interesting negative characteristics to me. and i'm gonna put this under a read more, because this is probably going to get long

#1 dana as the worst physical therapist in the world:

so i'm going to start with my main point of contention(? i don't know, maybe not that strong) with her: her introduction. she's introduced as jack's physical therapist, and i will not lie, this comes very, very close to absolutely ruining her completely for me and the only reason is doesn't is because i'm aware of who created her, so it's not her fault. i'm am absolutely biased about this, i will admit it. i find this personally abhorrent on every level due to personal reasons, and there is no way anyone will ever convince me that this is not that bad. there is no situation in which dana is not a total monster for this. and i am correct about this. i promise you i can argue every "but" you have about it. i'm sorry. (unless, of course, your argument is 'but this is comics and we don't ascribe that much real life morality to comics', in which case: fair. that's true.)

because i want to make it clear: jack sucks, but dana is the one in the wrong here when it comes to them getting in a relationship. i see a lot of "but she was way younger than him" kind of framing her as an innocent young ingenue to jack's older, predatory ways and i'm over here like...that's not how this works at all.

because dana was the professional in the patient-provider relationship. jack shouldn't have been weird or flirty with her, absolutely, please don't harass your health care professionals (but it also tracks! a survey of physical therapists showed that 84% reported being sexually harassed at work from a patient during their career. so yes, of course jack, a man in his 40s-50s would absolutely try to flirt with his PT, 100%) but the thing is...there's nothing actually stopping jack from trying to flirt with his PT. it's annoying and he shouldn't, but there's no laws against it. dana is the one who has the moral, legal, and ethical obligation to maintain a solely professional relationship with jack (yes, even if she is younger than him-also, i promise you, she was at least 24-25 even being introduced in the 90s. at that time physical therapy was largely a master's program following a 4 year bachelor program. she has a fully developed frontal lobe. she's old enough to know her responsibilities. you don't graduate from school for physical therapy or any other rehabilitation job knowing anything but getting with a patient is the #1 no-no, go directly to jail, do not pass go, etc). she is the healthcare provider in this relationship. jack can flirt with her until the cows come home and it's her responsibility to shut him down every time.

because!! there's a little thing called a practice act. it governs what a licensed professional is and isn't allowed to do. and look, i found new jersey's. highlighted just for you. no amount of ~but they're in love~ will help here. no excuses dana!!

i just live in a world where she loses her license to practice after she gets together with jack, okay. like, tbf, she doesn't get shown actually going on dates with jack until after he can walk again in robin #15, but this is nowhere near at least 3 months after he's done with his rehab. like. it's heavily implied that their relationship basically started while she was actively treating him. like. is he even done with his rehab at this point? he mentions he's almost there wrt his walking so is she still his physical therapist? it's never made clear when she stops. dana starts sleeping with him a few issues after this, so god, i hope so.

anyways, even if she had waited three months after terminating their patient-provider relationship, there's various other reasons why her choosing to get together with jack at all after being his physical therapist is a little morally sus even if technically legal. because here's a list of things that dana would technically probably have access to/know about jack as her patient:

does jack have erectile dysfunction issues as a result of his neurologic damage from the poison? she has access to his medications, so she knows.

does jack have depression/other mental health issues from the loss of his wife/is he getting therapy/is he on anti-depressants? it's probably in his chart as a part of coordination of care. is that mental health stuff relevant to his care at all? in this case probably, given the fact that his quadriplegia is wrapped up in the incident that also murdered his wife.

has she worked with jack at all about modifying sexual positions on account of his impairments? pts will discuss this with patients if it's relevant to their care. they actually learn in school on how to educate patients with quadriplegia on how they might have to modify their intimacy with their partners in case it's relevant to care.

patients tend to confide in their PTs a lot. a lot. since they tend to see their rehab providers a lot more than other providers, patients are far more likely to confide a lot of really personal stuff to them because of the rapport/trust that builds between them over time. has jack cried over janet in his sessions with dana? has jack talked about his insecurities about how things will never be the same for him or his mobility and how that makes him feel? has he discussed his frustration at his progress or lack thereof? i cannot stress how much dana has probably gotten to know jack over the course of their rehab together, really sensitive stuff, and then to turn around and get into a relationship with a patient after having been entrusted with that sensitive information about them? would be extremely sus on the part of that provider. would you feel comfortable if that was your dad? you shouldn't.

like, this is fundamentally a very intimate and delicate patient case given everything that jack has been through. which makes it even more important that a clear line of professionalism is drawn and maintained. and dana didn't do that, clearly.

#2. dana prioritizes her position as jack's partner over her position tim's "mom"

now, i don't think this is a bad thing, necessarily! she is, after all, tim's step-mom and she made it clear from the beginning she had no intention of taking tim's mom's place. and she and tim do see each other as family and clearly care about each other. i think she's a very good step-mom, actually! she's willing to listen to tim and she tries to be a mediator between him and his dad/advocate for tim.

that being said, she almost always will capitulate to jack's position in the end. she might try to get jack to ease up, but she never really actively fights against jack's final decision on what to do with tim. remember the tv ripping out of the wall incident? in robin #45?

this happens after dana came in and talked to tim and said she'll talk to his dad about jack hearing out tim's side of the ariana story. she does, because jack comes in hoping to talk things out and when tim is ignoring him he does this lovely move. so what does this have to do with dana? well here's the thing: dana is still only dating jack at this point. she's not married to him, she can leave at any time. if she's over at their house, there's no way she missed this happening. did she wonder why jack came back from his talk with tim with tim's tv at all? did she shrug it off when she heard him start screaming at tim (remember, drake manor is big but it's not that big)? she clearly accepted that jack grounded tim for weeks after this. she's clearly not opposed to staying in a relationship with a man who would do this to his son. which says something about her. no matter how awful jack treats tim (in front of her even) she maintains a very harmonious relationship with the man and continues to want to be in a relationship with him, so as much as she might try to surface disapprove of jack's treatment of tim, in the end she'll shrug and accept it because she won't implode her relationship with jack over his treatment of tim. she definitely prioritizes her place as jack's partner. see robin #66, jack yelling at tim for running away back to gotham city right in front of dana. she's still not married to him!! this could be a deal breaker for her and it's not!!

here's her being clearly fine and going with jack on a vacation to blizzard central chicago, il right before the holidays in the dcu holiday bash iii.

here she is being more concerned about when jack is going to ask her to marry him when he's sending tim to boarding school as punishment for no man's land in robin #74:

like none of this is mutually exclusive with her being a pretty nice step-mom to tim. just that is she's okay and is a person who wants to be in a very good relationship with jack drake, she has to be someone who accepts jack's treatment of tim. she doesn't want to actually rock the boat with jack in a way that would actually jeopardize her relationship with him, as much as she tries to soften his treatment of tim.

she's clearly okay with jack just calling tim in robin #78 to tell him they're getting married. she's popping toasting to celebrate as he does this. she never said, hey jack, maybe we should tell tim in person?

#3. dana is kind of judgemental about tim's girlfriends in defense of tim/lowkey a little sexist and she's a fair representation of a republican woman.

now, this one is fair to ignore because it was written mainly by dixon and willingham, but also the sexist things she's said/implies about them is actually fairly realistic imo because the republican older women i know have said things along the vein of things dana has said. in robin #45 she says this weird thing about ariana

by saying she is implying that she knows that ariana is actually the one at fault for this entire mess and tim has to protect her reputation and saying that ariana would have a "reputation" if it came out that she was actually the one at fault. which. maybe in the 90s, but also this is a very old, conservative viewpoint on women so.

and then in robin #124 where she defaults to blaming stephanie for corrupting tim (also, she's like "jack we shouldn't do this" but then. like. doesn't actually fight him and stop him from doing this she let's him do this. then is like sigh, guess i'll make tim's favorite lasagna rather than actually fight and stop jack from doing this).

which yea, willingham. but given that dana has defaulted to defending tim over his girlfriends in the past re: ariana, i actually think it's quite in line for a more conservative woman like dana to be super nice to their son's girlfriends up until their son potentially looks bad and then immediately turning their backs on them because or the idea that their sons ~could never~. like. i hear the following things from conservative women at least 3x/week (paraphrased):

oh, well, girls you know. they're so much more drama than boys.

my boys were so easy, but my daughter? oh god, i can't even begin with her

girls are so catty. boys are so much easier to deal with.

my son has this girlfriend. i just. i. hmmm. i just don't know about her. she's. she's. she's okay, i guess. i have some concerns.

as for how i know she's a conservative woman? she's happily and harmoniously married to jack and she's a PT in bristol township. i am 110% certain she's a registered republican. with her moral ambiguity and slighy sexism she reads as a fairly realistic conservative to me.

anyways in conclusion, i think she's actually a lot more complex than just generic good step-mom! she has a lot of failures and negative characteristics that makes her more interesting to me than just good sainted woman who puts up with jack and tim. she has her own faults. we do have to remember that she had a very good relationship with jack and saw how he treated tim and was largely okay with it. maybe jack was someone she thought she could change. maybe she agreed with him on a lot of things. jack and dana have the harmonious relationship that fandom wants jack and janet (a very volatile and ultimately ill-matched relationship) to have had!

anyways here's one final panel from robin #100 of dana saying that tim could just get a job and help out with the family finances after jack lost the company that i couldn't think of where else to put it (like, she's probably joking. but clearly this is something both she and jack find funny to joke about.)

[anjiefiction]

DEMO | FORUM

“Why am I not dead?”

"Death cannot hold you. Not yet."

When a powerful villain threatens the safety of Metamora, you and the city’s heroes go to great lengths to stop him, and ultimately you are forced to pay the biggest price of all. 

(Against all odds, the heroes win. The victory is hollow.)

The doctors are professional, if not sympathetic. They tell you that your body is in the process of slowly shutting down. No, they aren’t sure why. No, there isn’t a cure. When you ask how much time you have left, the faces grow dark. Perhaps a year, they say. Two if you’re lucky.

(You thought you could rest. You thought wrong again.)

For as threats resurge and the past rears its ugly head, you can only wonder: Do you have the strength to see things through? Will there be enough time?

And when the end comes, can you find the courage to say goodbye?

Features

customizable MC: name, gender, appearance, skills, and personality

discover the truth about your powers

find love, romantic or platonic... and then learn to let them go

confront the past that haunts your dreams

forgive others, and more importantly yourself

accept your impending death or deny it till the bitter end

let go of the past or choose the path of vengeance

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The Leader | Vero Fowell

As the leader of the Blackbirds, Vero holds himself to a high standard of morals. He once believed that the pursuit of truth and justice was worth any sacrifice— but after what happened to you, he is beginning to rethink that ideology.

The Heart | Awan Naderi

As the heart of the team, Awan is a highly charismatic and principled hero. He strives to be there for those who need it most, and thus feels immense guilt for failing to uphold the same promise to you.

The Logician | Silver Reiss

The final member of the Blackbirds, Silver feels an inexplicable kinship with you, though she has never given voice to it. She deeply regrets not doing so, just as she regrets not doing more to prevent the fate that had befallen you.

The Reporter | Ezann Yang

If there is a truth to be found, you can be certain that Ezann will do her utmost to find it. But this intrepid reporter might have bitten off more than she can chew… and you are somehow one of the players in the middle of it all.

The Dreamer | Temari Mihara

There is no better one than ‘dreamer’ to describe Temari. Circumstances, however, have caused you to lose contact with her and her twin. And should a reunion be in the future, you can only wonder if the years past have changed this part of her.

The Protector | Tensei Mihara

As the older twin, Tensei takes his status very seriously. Steadfast and reliable, he can be very protective of both his sister and of you. If and when you meet again, you can only wonder if he will be just as warm.

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LemonLuv Fic Reviews

In an effort to stay engaged in the fandom while not currently writing for it, I've decided to try my hand at reviewing THG fanfiction. I've actually wanted to do this for a while. Now that I am bogged down with health issues and creativity problems it seems like the perfect segue. In the immortal words of Dewey Finn from School of Rock

Or in my case, those who can't actually publish original works write fanfiction and those who can't write fanfiction review it!! LOL I'm just kidding guys. I'm having a laugh at my own expense. Not anybody else's I promise!

I cannot promise these reviews will be spectacular or in any way professional. Think more like 3rd grade book report okay?

I do think they will be mildly entertaining and I hope they will increase reader traffic in THG fandom and highlight some of the older or lesser known fics.

Anyway, if you want to travel down this rabbit hole with me I'm going to try to review at least 1 fic a week. I'll also be taking recommendations in my inbox.