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I don't talk about my personal life on here a lot, but I've been going through a hard time. I was recently diagnosed with a brain tumor, and while it isn't cancer, it is still a scary thing to face, and the bills are piling up. There's a lot of doctors appointments right now, so I can't do a traditional 9-5. I work from home as a tutor online. I have 10+ years experience. I'm gonna attach a flyer below, even if you don't need the services yourself, it would really help me out if you could share. I will also post a pic of my current openings (they will be highlighted). Thank you in advance to any and all that help
“Greene, to the nurses’ desk,” comes the announcement over the intercom. Bird sighs and pushes a curl off of her forehead.
“Damn it,” she hisses, finally getting the IV needle in. “There ya go, Grace.” The doctor stands, snapping her gloves off and tossing them in the trash on her way out of the curtained off room.
Brigid (Bird) Greene is an ER attending at Chicago County General, and she is on her third 12 hour shift of the week. “Dammit, Tanner, what the hell is wrong with the AC?” she growls as she makes her way to the lobby. The clerk, Tanner looks at her and frowns.
“The WIFI is down,” he answers simply.
“What the fuck does that have to do with the AC?”
“AC is WIFI controlled.” Bird rolls her eyes as she finally rounds the corner to the nurses’ desk. “Fuck,” she breathes when she sees her sister, Rachel waiting for her. “Rach? What’s up?” Rachel Greene Ernshaw looks up from her phone with a scowl. Rachel and Bird had never been close. Rachel was raised by her mother, Jen, while Bird was raised by her own mother, Elizabeth, following the death of their father, Mark.
“Brigid, hi. I left messages…”
“Right, sorry, it’s been a hell of a week.”
“Mm. I came by to remind you that Markie’s 8th birthday is this weekend. We’re having a party for him Saturday at 2.”
“Saturday?” Bird scratches the back of her neck. “I might be working Saturday.”
Rachel sighs and rolls her eyes. “Brigid, you can’t isolate us forever. You haven’t seen Markie and Jenna since Christmas. They hardly know you.” It was all true. Rachel was pretty judgy at times, and she tended to think Bird’s life choices were not as good as her own. And Bird honestly couldn’t stand those kids. Rachel spoiled them to no end, and they were terribly behaved.
“I uhh… yeah. I’ll try and stop by. 2, right?” Rachel snatches up her purse and glares.
“Brigid, you’re my sister, but I really don’t understand you sometimes.” With that, Rachel storms off, heels clicking on the worn linoleum on the way out.
“Uggggh,” Bird groans, laying her head down on the admit desk.
“Bird, Honey, will you just tell her she’s a bitch already?” Chuny jokes. “Mark is rolling in his grave. Jen raising her was not good for that girl.”
…
The tepid water in the women’s locker room at County felt delicious against Bird’s tired skin. The opening of the door and the blast of sluggish air that fills the room causes Bird to raise her head. A tall, blonde woman is standing in bloody scrubs. Bird recalls that a new trauma surgeon fellow came to County that day, and she assumes that must be her.
“Hey, it’s Greene, right?” the woman asks, beginning to strip.
“Uhh, yeah. Look, there’s only one shower. I’ll be out in 5.”
“You mind if I join you? I’m in a bit of a hurry. We’re both doctors, right? We know all there is to see.”
Bird is a little stunned. “I uhhh… ok.” This is awkward but honestly, saying no seems even more awkward, since it means more of the other woman standing half naked staring at her fully nude.
“Fuck yeah. Thank you!” she shucks her clothes, tossing them in the biohazard bin and steps in the water. “Your physique is glorious, by the way.”
“Umm…thank you.”
“Don’t suppose I could borrow some soap?” Bird wordlessly passes her a bottle of body wash, because she was not sharing her bar soap. “I’m Rhea, by the way.”
“Bird.” Trying to finish as quickly as possible, she vigorously scrubs her skin.
“Want me to wash your back?”
“No. Thanks. I’m done, actually. It’s all yours.” Bird packs away her things and wraps her towel around her before stepping out into the locker room area. Chuny gives her a wolfish smile.
“She’s hot, huh? The new trauma surgeon?”
“Not a word, Chuny,” Bird warns, making her way to her locker, just as a bare Rhea steps into the room.
“Whew, I feel better. Hell of a first shift, huh?” the blonde beams.
…
Bird plops down into the booth across from her mother, Dr. Elizabeth Corday. “Hi, Mum,” she greets.
“Hello, Darling. Rough day?”
“Just your typical day at County, ya know?” Elizabeth smiles.
“I remember. Are we still on for the gala tomorrow?”
“Shit. I forgot. Yeah. I’ll pick up a dress on my way home today.”
“Language, Brigid,” Elizabeth chides. “You need my card?”
“No, Mum, I have enough for a dress. Thank you.”
“I remember how much, or should I say, how little, County pays.”
Bird knew from a young age that she wanted to be a doctor. Her father had died when she was young, but she remembered him as a kind man, and she looked up to him. Elizabeth had stayed in Chicago for a few years before moving back to England, but that hadn’t lasted long, and she moved them to New York when Bird was 10.
Bird has always been the top of her class. She works the hardest. She proves herself the most. And she gives what ever she is doing everything she has. And she would like to think that her dad would be proud of her.
…
Bird steps out of her flat to wait by the curb for the car that her mother called to pick her up. She smooths her hands down her black dress and tousles her curls a little.
“Bird.” Comes the greeting from behind her. The accent is thick, and Bird closes her eyes and lets it wash over her. She knows who it is immediately.
It’s Meep! Meep is a bit of a celebrity in the axolotl world. She is believed to have a form of dwarfism and is not significantly overweight, although she looks it especially in this photo.
The owner is a well-known and experienced handler who has four other axolotls that are way more… axolotl shaped lol. But she is healthy, not being overfed or suffering due to poor husbandry.
I don't talk about my personal life on here a lot, but I've been going through a hard time. I was recently diagnosed with a brain tumor, and while it isn't cancer, it is still a scary thing to face, and the bills are piling up. There's a lot of doctors appointments right now, so I can't do a traditional 9-5. I work from home as a tutor online. I have 10+ years experience. I'm gonna attach a flyer below, even if you don't need the services yourself, it would really help me out if you could share. I will also post a pic of my current openings (they will be highlighted). Thank you in advance to any and all that help
Emmett smiles at Shiloh before speaking again, “Can I buy you a drink?”
“Oh, umm…”
“Shiloh, go ahead, Rick and I have a few things to discuss,” John orders, dismissing her. Shiloh frowns at her father, not pleased that he is dismissing her off with a stranger.
“Sure, thank you, Emmett,” she speaks cordially. Emmett offers his arm, and Shiloh slides her arm through it and allows him to lead her to the bar.
“What’ll it be, Shiloh?” His husky voice is deep and quiet, and pitched for only her to hear.
“Rum and coke, please.”
“One rum and coke and a whiskey, straight,” Emmett tells the bartender, passing over a black credit card.
After receiving their drinks, Emmett leads Shiloh over to a high top table. Shiloh glances around for her father, and finds him chatting with some older men across the room.
“So, tell me a little about yourself, Shiloh.”
“Not much to tell, I guess, I just work on our ranch,” Shiloh replies shrugging and taking a sip of her drink.
“Now, that’s not true. You’re also a hell of a barrel racer.”
“Oh, well, umm…thank you,” she feels herself blush slightly. Emmett smirks and brushes her cheek with his thumb.
“Yes, they really couldn’t have chosen a better little fiancé for me,” he speaks, bringing his own drink to his lips.
Shiloh, who was in the midst of taking another drink of hers, chokes. “Wh-what?”
Emmett pats her back gently. “Your father didn’t tell you?” At her blank look, he sighs and continues. “Our fathers have worked out a deal that will be beneficial to everyone. Don’t worry, I’ll treat you like a princess.”
“I’m sorry, but you’re insane. My father wouldn’t do this. And even if he did, he would have to know I wouldn’t agree to it.”
Emmett catches her chin with his thumb. “Then you will lose the ranch,” he says simply. Shiloh gulps.
“You’re lying.”
“Princess, one thing I promise you now, I will never lie to you.” Shiloh looks over at her father, who is giving her a hard stare. “Listen, you can talk to your daddy later. For now, we need to make our rounds. The more public this is, the better.” And lord help her, Shiloh can’t find the courage to ask why that is.
…
That son of a bitch father of hers left her at the venue, forcing her to catch a ride with Emmett. He pulls his black Audi up in front of the house and parks, before coming around to open her door.
“Thank you for bringing me home,” she grits out, eager to go inside and tear her father a new asshole.
“No problem, Princess. I’ll see you soon. Your daddy gave me your number, so I’ll call you tomorrow, ok?”
“Sure.” She opens the door, closing it as he leans towards her, and she swears she hears him laugh as she locks it. Taking a deep breath, she kicks off her shoes, gathers every bit of oxygen in her body, and yells, “PAPA!”
She hears a mumble of “Shit.” from the other room, and she stomps in that direction. John, Beth, and Jamie are all in the kitchen having a glass of scotch.
“Would you like to explain to me what the hell is going on?!” she demands. John gives her a stern look, and it almost tamps down her tirade, but not quite.
“Well, I guess he told you then,” John sighs, leaning against the counter.
“I won’t do it.” Shiloh folds her arms over her chest defiantly.
“Yes, you will,” Beth says. Eyes blazing, Shiloh whips around to face her sister.
“You marry the motherfucker then! I’m sure one Dutton pussy is as good as any!” Beth smirks at her.
“Oh, no. They asked for you, especially.”
“What the fuck is happening around here?!”
“Shiloh,” John grabs her shoulders. “The ranch is in trouble. Big trouble. And the only way to keep it in Dutton hands is to take their help. This was the nuclear option, but I’ve ran through all the others.”
“But, the cattle…and…”
“The last few years herds have been bad, you know that. Shiloh, I’m just trying to keep our home, Honey.”
“UGGGGGH!” she growls, stomping out of the kitchen, out the backdoor, and across the backyard. Her bare feet take her to the one place that she feels like she can be heard.
The footfalls on his porch alert him to her presence, and Rip opens the door. “Shi…”
“Rip, I won’t do it!”
“You won’t do what, Darlin’? What’s goin on?”
“Rip, they want me to marry that…that…ugggh!”
“Shiloh, Baby, I need you to slow down. Come in.” He takes her hand and leads her inside, she plops down on a leather chair in his living area. “Now, what is happening?”
Shiloh takes a deep breath and steadies herself. “My father has sold me like a damn prize pig at the county fair.” Rip’s face hardens. “If I don’t marry this Emmett guy, we lose the ranch.”
“And John told you this?”
“No, he didn’t have the balls to tell me. Emmett did. But Papa confirmed it.” Rip sat across from her.
“We’ll find another way, Shi.”
“There isn’t one, Rip. I have to marry him. And that really, really sucks, because the only man I’ve ever even thought about marrying was you.” The silence is deafening, and Shiloh buries her face in her hands. “And now it’s wei…”
Rip pulls her to her feet, arm around her back, one hand cupping her face. His lips are fierce on hers. And oh. Oh. Holy shit. Rip Wheeler is kissing her. Kissing the hell out of her. Moaning, she wraps her arms around him, tangling her fingers in his hair. She tugs lightly, making him growl. He gropes behind her, finding the zipper of her dress without ever leaving her lips. He lifts her, dress open but still on, and walks to his bedroom, when he sets her on her feet, he finally pulls away from her lips. He slides the dress off, exposing her braless breasts, which he is immediately enamored with. Cuz he knew they’d be perfect. But then he freezes. There, under her right breast, pink raised lines, he’s all too familiar with. The Yellowstone brand sits on her beautiful body like a dark omen. He looks up at her, only to notice she had gone shy.
“Who?”
“Papa.” Rip clenches his jaw. He’s never hated John until his moment.
“Why?”
“I helped Kasey and Monica sneak off and get married. I wasn’t loyal to the family.” Rip breathes in through his nose, centering himself, and lifts her by her thighs, laying her gently on his bed, intent on showing her exactly how beautiful all of her is to him.
I was minding my own goddamn business only to suddenly remember this scene exists
I don't know how to explain it, but it's addressing something so visceral in me.
Like. Did anyone ever expand on how Arthur literally didn't even blink before getting up to save Merlin from the onslaught he would have faced for his outrage? He just got up immediately and took Merlin away, held and handled his anger, and even gave him the respite (visiting Gaius) that he needed.
Wtf. Like boy no you're not supposed to be this fucking in sync with your manservant's reactions. But it's as if he predicted it even, because he saw in Merlin the exact same reaction he wanted to do, but had the tact not to because he grew up with boundaries. So he goes on to save his boy instead.
