Hey, I'm Dr. Bailey Hart. I'm joining the team of Princeton-Plansboro Teaching Hospital as a psychiatrist specializing in pediatric neurodiversity.
I can't wait to meet you all!
face claim: Jack Haven
Currently slow on interaction. My post about it is here
Welcome to Ashe's Rants!! (mod/mun idk)
RP Masterlist can be found here!
Fun Facts can be found here!
Bailey's Playlist!
About Me:
Gender: Nonbinary (they/them)
Expression: Androgynous enough that it would be a waste of time to guess my AGAB
Sexuality: Panromantic, demisexual. open to polyamory
Disabled! I wear hearing aids; I have autism, ADHD, anxiety, and seasonal (?) depression. I'm 25!
I dye my hair regularly. Currently, my favorite color to dye it is blue!
As a teen, I became hyperfixated on learning psychology and it led me here! I love this field, and I couldn't imagine doing anything else.
Likes:
Funky clothes
Researching random subjects until 3 am
Reading (fantasy, sci-fi)
My cat!!!
Breads (especially bakery style breads and croissants)
Tea
Dislikes:
Bigots (racists, homophobes/transphobes, etc).
Sushi (its a texture thing)
Other stuff:
I have a crustacean allergy
I graduated high school at 16, and flew through med school
I live in an apartment in town. It's just my cat and me!
Rules:
Do not initiate NSFW with me! (Specifically sexual NSFW)
Mun is demiace, and while comfortable with writing sexual content, they are NOT comfortable with interacting with others in this way. They are also 17! (almost 18, but still) Any attempt to initiate a sexual RP will result in an immediate block, no matter your age.
ALSO! Romantic interactions are okay, but as long as it has previously been discussed with Mun. They need to know your age, or AT LEAST your age range/group. This allows them to make a decision on who they want to interact with. They have every right to decline based on your age- don't expect an explanation. Thanks for understanding!
Mun isn't exactly sure of what they're doing when it comes to interaction, so I'll hand the mic over to them so they can explain the best they can!
/OOC: I'm not sure of how I should start RP'ing, so I'm gonna reach out, I guess. But don't hesitate to do the same! To start an RP with me, I'm going to set up these guidelines:
1. Please DM privately with details on your muse, your rules, etc. Give me time to decide and to look at your blog. I'm not looking for any specific plots; instead, more of a free-flowing RP.
2. Or, you may jump into my asks, either anon or as your character. This is something I've seen other blogs do, so if you're anon, go ahead and put some sort of identifying emoji into your asks. This will become your "tag" and will be used to tell me who's who. If not anon, please make sure all important info is posted/pinned on your page! Thank you!
3. I've also seen mentions of ask memes, so feel free to reach out with those as well!
Please LMK if you have any questions!
Bailey had been gone for a while, had an emergency to deal with that took months away from them. In that time, they ruined their relationship with Annie. So here they are, standing at her door, knuckles hovering over the wood, hesitant.
But eventually, Bailey takes a deep breath, and after a few seconds of pumping themselves up, they knock. Their hands shake as they wait for Annie to open the door, and they nervously shift their weight from one foot to another.
@winchester-anabelle IM BACK ON MY ROLLL (knock on wood)
If they'd asked, she'd be less inclined to use the word "ruined" and moreso "strained." She understood that they had to go, it was just hard for her to suddenly be left alone to fend for herself after she'd finally built that connection. They'd hear a muffled voice from the inside yell out. "Coming!" Before being followed by a hushed. "Pancake, you'll behave now. No more hissing at the postman."
Once she opens, still in her baggiest sweater and sweatpants, her eyes widen slightly before launching into a tight hug.
Bailey tenses- not expecting such a warm welcome after being gone for so long. But they easily melt into it, wrapping their arms around her shoulders, their face buried in her hair.
"Annie," Bailey breathes, unsure of what to say further, other than, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
Annie pulls back, clearing her throat with a small smile which then turns into a frown. "It's uh... It's all right, I managed... I think." She mutters.
"Do you..." Pausing a bit, she opens the door fully. "Want to come in...? I missed you. And I, uhm... I had to make do."
"It would certainly help, I suppose?" Annie goes to fetch them something to drink, coming back with a cup of tea. "I sort of... I guess, moved on? But not really? Not emotionally at the very least."
She motions them to sit, taking a seat on her sofa. "Just figured you should know that I've been physically intimate with others."
"That's okay," Bailey shrugs awkwardly, giving her a small smile as they take the mug, sitting down next to her. They fidget with the ends of their hair- it's longer now, the color faded down to a light blue at the tips, a bright contrast to their dark brown roots.
"I didn't.... I didn't even, like, call you before I left. That's on me. I didn't expect you to stay at home, cooped up, waiting for me to return. It's okay." They reassure, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Where I went... it's not an excuse, I promise. I could've been better with communicating," Bailey finally begins, taking a sip of tea to steady themself. "My dad died, and my mom.... went manic. I'm the oldest, and I have no brothers, so.... I was the one who was left to pick up the pieces and make sure everyone was settled before coming home."
//I have ZERO plan for this, btw. none. im pulling random shit outta my ass and using whatever sounds like a good story ngl
Bailey had been gone for a while, had an emergency to deal with that took months away from them. In that time, they ruined their relationship with Annie. So here they are, standing at her door, knuckles hovering over the wood, hesitant.
But eventually, Bailey takes a deep breath, and after a few seconds of pumping themselves up, they knock. Their hands shake as they wait for Annie to open the door, and they nervously shift their weight from one foot to another.
@winchester-anabelle IM BACK ON MY ROLLL (knock on wood)
If they'd asked, she'd be less inclined to use the word "ruined" and moreso "strained." She understood that they had to go, it was just hard for her to suddenly be left alone to fend for herself after she'd finally built that connection. They'd hear a muffled voice from the inside yell out. "Coming!" Before being followed by a hushed. "Pancake, you'll behave now. No more hissing at the postman."
Once she opens, still in her baggiest sweater and sweatpants, her eyes widen slightly before launching into a tight hug.
Bailey tenses- not expecting such a warm welcome after being gone for so long. But they easily melt into it, wrapping their arms around her shoulders, their face buried in her hair.
"Annie," Bailey breathes, unsure of what to say further, other than, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
Annie pulls back, clearing her throat with a small smile which then turns into a frown. "It's uh... It's all right, I managed... I think." She mutters.
"Do you..." Pausing a bit, she opens the door fully. "Want to come in...? I missed you. And I, uhm... I had to make do."
Bailey had been gone for a while, had an emergency to deal with that took months away from them. In that time, they ruined their relationship with Annie. So here they are, standing at her door, knuckles hovering over the wood, hesitant.
But eventually, Bailey takes a deep breath, and after a few seconds of pumping themselves up, they knock. Their hands shake as they wait for Annie to open the door, and they nervously shift their weight from one foot to another.
@winchester-anabelle IM BACK ON MY ROLLL (knock on wood)
If they'd asked, she'd be less inclined to use the word "ruined" and moreso "strained." She understood that they had to go, it was just hard for her to suddenly be left alone to fend for herself after she'd finally built that connection. They'd hear a muffled voice from the inside yell out. "Coming!" Before being followed by a hushed. "Pancake, you'll behave now. No more hissing at the postman."
Once she opens, still in her baggiest sweater and sweatpants, her eyes widen slightly before launching into a tight hug.
Bailey tenses- not expecting such a warm welcome after being gone for so long. But they easily melt into it, wrapping their arms around her shoulders, their face buried in her hair.
"Annie," Bailey breathes, unsure of what to say further, other than, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
Bailey had been gone for a while, had an emergency to deal with that took months away from them. In that time, they ruined their relationship with Annie. So here they are, standing at her door, knuckles hovering over the wood, hesitant.
But eventually, Bailey takes a deep breath, and after a few seconds of pumping themselves up, they knock. Their hands shake as they wait for Annie to open the door, and they nervously shift their weight from one foot to another.
@winchester-anabelle IM BACK ON MY ROLLL (knock on wood)
not off the top of my head, but I have some old sign language books in my office! ive known sign all my life, but i still need a "dictionary" every now and then
Trigger Warnings: Drug use / overdose, ANGST, NDE.
It'd started quite innocently, a small cough that didn't seem to go away, constant fatigue, aches, all things which Annie attributed to the massive ammounts of stress she'd been under for the past few weeks. After all, she'd been doing quite a lot of drinking and coke as well. None of this was at all strange, but then it kept getting worse, and she'd ignore it. No one liked a worrier.
Even when she'd gotten worse, starting to see or hear things that weren't there and coughing up small ammounts of blood, she just convinced herself she had lives to save before she could be a bother to anyone. All she had to do was keep herself perked up and keep going, keep working, keep trying to be perfect.
But this plan quickly failed when during her clinic hours, she'd fainted mid-checkup, waking in a bed hours later feeling faint and still tasting her own blood.
Bailey notices the moment she wakes up, immediately bookmarking the page they're on and putting it to the side- barely bothering to show care for it. They sit up, leaning closer.
"Hey," They smile softly, taking her hand to squeeze. "You passed out. That's why you're here. Would you like a bit of water?"
Annie's eyes are still adjusting to the light, coughing up small droplets of blood into the back of her hand, smiling weakly at her beautiful partner. "Hey..." Her voice raspy, she nods.
"Yeah... Guess I shouldn't have ignored all the pain for so long, huh?" She laughs slightly, squeezing their hand.
Dr. Hart comes into work late, their clothes wrinkled, hair frizzy, and hearing aids nowhere to be seen.
They do, however, have a huge grin on their face.
They don't even go to their office immediately, instead dropping by the cafeteria for a cup of coffee. They ignore the confused and curious looks that people throw their way- they're used to it.
But they don't expect to be approached by someone while they're leaving the cafeteria.
Sienna is just walking into the caffeteria, in search of her dad who is supposed to be having his break right now but he's probably off with House anyways.
However, her attention is quickly snatched by a flash of blue amongst the usual blondes and browns and blacks of the caffeteria. Her eyebrows rise slightly in surprise, blue eyes shining with almost wonder.
She quickly changes her current mission from 'searching for dad' to 'finding out who does that wonderful blue hair belongs to', and the brunette girl walks her way right over to the person. By the uniform she can tell it's a doctor she's approaching.
"hi!" she says, softly but cheerfully, looking up at the doctor. "I like your hair!"
Trigger Warnings: Drug use / overdose, ANGST, NDE.
It'd started quite innocently, a small cough that didn't seem to go away, constant fatigue, aches, all things which Annie attributed to the massive ammounts of stress she'd been under for the past few weeks. After all, she'd been doing quite a lot of drinking and coke as well. None of this was at all strange, but then it kept getting worse, and she'd ignore it. No one liked a worrier.
Even when she'd gotten worse, starting to see or hear things that weren't there and coughing up small ammounts of blood, she just convinced herself she had lives to save before she could be a bother to anyone. All she had to do was keep herself perked up and keep going, keep working, keep trying to be perfect.
But this plan quickly failed when during her clinic hours, she'd fainted mid-checkup, waking in a bed hours later feeling faint and still tasting her own blood.
Bailey notices the moment she wakes up, immediately bookmarking the page they're on and putting it to the side- barely bothering to show care for it. They sit up, leaning closer.
"Hey," They smile softly, taking her hand to squeeze. "You passed out. That's why you're here. Would you like a bit of water?"
As Annie approached the door to their partner's home, a tote bag full of blankets and her Blade Runner DVD hooked over her shoulder, she'd do her best to take a deep breath. After all, she still hadn't exactly told them the full truth of what had been up with her. And knowing Bailey, they'd probably been worried sick but hiding it.
"Knock knock, your posh future wife is here!" She'd exlaim, delivering three quick raps to the door before adjusting her glasses.
When the door opens, they're met with Annie doing her best not to laugh and failing spectacularly. "Is the cat okay?" She asks between chuckled, placing the bag down on the nearest surface and retrieving a pair of large blankets for two. One weighted, one not.
"Been a while since we've properly had any face time, I'm so sorry. Between the inhumane hours my boss has us working, my sister and I still fighting, and uhm... Other social obligations. I haven't had many opportunities to give you the attention you so deserve."
Once the blankets are laid out, she quickly shuffles over to wrap her arms around their waist, pressing a kiss to their jawline. "But I'm glad I'm here now."
"The cat is *fine*." They sigh, glancing around for said cat anyway, finding him perched on top of a bookshelf, ready to push a few fragile items off. They say nothing when they pick him up, putting him down in another room.
"Okay, I'm one hundred percent *yours* now." They laugh, wrapping their arms around her, kissing the top of her head. "I get it. Life gets ahold of us. We just gotta take advantage of the moments we get. Like now."
Annie can't help herself, still smiling like a lovestruck fool at such an adorable display. She takes a second to enjoy the kiss, nuzzling her face into the crook of their neck. "That we do, although..." She pauses, trying to figure out the right combination of words to say any of the million and one things racing through her head right now.
"Truthfully, it wasn't merely work or familial obligations keeping me busy. I've been struggling a little bit lately, as you know." She pulls back, running a hand through her hair, fiddling with the hem of her shirt.
"I just can't quite seem to figure out how I should phrase what's on my mind."
"Well, we can figure that out. I already got us a bunch of cheesecake, which I'm definitely going to try to eat all at once. It's on the coffee table." They chuckle, taking her hand.
"Come sit and we'll talk, okay? You don't gotta worry about getting the words right on the first try. I'll listen."
"I can only wonder what good I did in a past life to deserve you, you truly are so understanding." She grins, taking herself a piece of the cheesecake, getting ready for that first bite when she sits down.
After she does finally get it in her, Annie looks like she's just seen the pearly gates. "This is bloody amazing! My god!" It doesn't last too long, replaced again by that slight pouty frown, but she's enjoyed it.
Bailey laughs softly, getting comfortable next to her.
"I'm glad you like it." They murmur, quickly picking up on the change. "Hey, talk to me, okay? Don't keep it in. It'll only hurt you more. I'm right here, angel. I ain't leaving."
"Well... I don't really know if I could even sugarcoat it if I tried." Annie rests her head on their shoulder, placing the plate on her lap. "And I'd understand if you no longer wish to see me after I've made you aware if this."
She takes their hand into her own, squeezing it tight. "So... Out with it, then. As you may know, I already have a rather bad dependency on the Colombian marching powder, but recently I don't think I've spent a second of the past two weeks off it. Furthermore, I..."
Her free hand moves to wipe away a stray tear. "I said I'd solved that whole 'lesbian drama' but, well, it wasn't so much solved as much as it went from open hostility to her and I... Becoming extremely intimate together. Which is why I said I'd understand if you'd prefer not to see me anymore, even if it was only one time, I fear I harbour feelings not too dissimilar from those I hold for you towards her as well."
Bailey nods, taking a second to think while pulling her closer. "Well... first things first. Do you want *help* with that first thing? Or do you want to figure it out on your own? Are you okay with it or...?"
They reach out to wipe her tears. "I'm not going anywhere, okay? If.... If you want her, that's okay. If you want both, I'm good with that too. And its alright if you don't know either. But I'm staying unless you tell me that *you* don't want us together anymore."
"I do want you, angel. And I want you to be happy." They say, kissing the top of her head.
"I... Think I do, but the intent was to let you in on why I've been rather weird recently. It's not exactly easy for me to admit it, even less so to be more solution-oriented." She sighs. "I don't know. I suppose, in some way, that I'd just like some emotional support as I try to wean myself off."
Annie's eyes widen when she fully realises how much she's overblown this in her head. "I do. Want both, I mean. Even if I'm not sure if that's reciprocal on this person's side. I just... Wasn't expecting you to be okay with it?"
"I want you happy as well. You truly are the light in my life, my love."
"Then I'll be here every single step of the way. No matter what." They smile softly, pulling back to meet her eyes with a hand on her cheek, thumb brushing away tears.
"I'm okay with it, I promise. I want you to be happy and *fulfilled*. And if you need something I can't give, I don't expect you to go without. I want you to have everything you need to be happy." They kiss her cheek and pull her in for another hug.
"It's all I can ever ask for, even if I wish it wasn't always me having the issues." Annie's smile returns, brighter than ever now, squeezing their hand harder.
"It's not that you can't give me it, it's..." She sighs again, hugging them tight. Pressing a kiss to their cheek. "It's moreso that those two affections run parallell. Not due to any lack of anything, but because my heart simply yearns for both of those sides of me to be nourished."
Bailey's eyes light up when they see her smile, their lips tugging into a smile of their own.
"Alright, I get that. I'm a-okay with it, I promise." They breathe, running a hand through her hair. "I'm glad I can make you happy, angel. 'Cus you light up my world, you know that?"
"I'm overjoyed that I do, I worried so much about how to tell you that I almost forgot you're depending on me too." She rubs small circles on their back.
"You light my world up as well, and I look forward to showing you that each and every day."
"You really are just a shining beacon, aren't you? Always looking on the bright side." Annie lets out a breathy laugh. "Perfectly balancing all the darkness I hold within."
"I can definitely get on board with that plan, you're going to love the weighted blanket I brought."
As Annie approached the door to their partner's home, a tote bag full of blankets and her Blade Runner DVD hooked over her shoulder, she'd do her best to take a deep breath. After all, she still hadn't exactly told them the full truth of what had been up with her. And knowing Bailey, they'd probably been worried sick but hiding it.
"Knock knock, your posh future wife is here!" She'd exlaim, delivering three quick raps to the door before adjusting her glasses.
When the door opens, they're met with Annie doing her best not to laugh and failing spectacularly. "Is the cat okay?" She asks between chuckled, placing the bag down on the nearest surface and retrieving a pair of large blankets for two. One weighted, one not.
"Been a while since we've properly had any face time, I'm so sorry. Between the inhumane hours my boss has us working, my sister and I still fighting, and uhm... Other social obligations. I haven't had many opportunities to give you the attention you so deserve."
Once the blankets are laid out, she quickly shuffles over to wrap her arms around their waist, pressing a kiss to their jawline. "But I'm glad I'm here now."
"The cat is *fine*." They sigh, glancing around for said cat anyway, finding him perched on top of a bookshelf, ready to push a few fragile items off. They say nothing when they pick him up, putting him down in another room.
"Okay, I'm one hundred percent *yours* now." They laugh, wrapping their arms around her, kissing the top of her head. "I get it. Life gets ahold of us. We just gotta take advantage of the moments we get. Like now."
Annie can't help herself, still smiling like a lovestruck fool at such an adorable display. She takes a second to enjoy the kiss, nuzzling her face into the crook of their neck. "That we do, although..." She pauses, trying to figure out the right combination of words to say any of the million and one things racing through her head right now.
"Truthfully, it wasn't merely work or familial obligations keeping me busy. I've been struggling a little bit lately, as you know." She pulls back, running a hand through her hair, fiddling with the hem of her shirt.
"I just can't quite seem to figure out how I should phrase what's on my mind."
"Well, we can figure that out. I already got us a bunch of cheesecake, which I'm definitely going to try to eat all at once. It's on the coffee table." They chuckle, taking her hand.
"Come sit and we'll talk, okay? You don't gotta worry about getting the words right on the first try. I'll listen."
"I can only wonder what good I did in a past life to deserve you, you truly are so understanding." She grins, taking herself a piece of the cheesecake, getting ready for that first bite when she sits down.
After she does finally get it in her, Annie looks like she's just seen the pearly gates. "This is bloody amazing! My god!" It doesn't last too long, replaced again by that slight pouty frown, but she's enjoyed it.
Bailey laughs softly, getting comfortable next to her.
"I'm glad you like it." They murmur, quickly picking up on the change. "Hey, talk to me, okay? Don't keep it in. It'll only hurt you more. I'm right here, angel. I ain't leaving."
"Well... I don't really know if I could even sugarcoat it if I tried." Annie rests her head on their shoulder, placing the plate on her lap. "And I'd understand if you no longer wish to see me after I've made you aware if this."
She takes their hand into her own, squeezing it tight. "So... Out with it, then. As you may know, I already have a rather bad dependency on the Colombian marching powder, but recently I don't think I've spent a second of the past two weeks off it. Furthermore, I..."
Her free hand moves to wipe away a stray tear. "I said I'd solved that whole 'lesbian drama' but, well, it wasn't so much solved as much as it went from open hostility to her and I... Becoming extremely intimate together. Which is why I said I'd understand if you'd prefer not to see me anymore, even if it was only one time, I fear I harbour feelings not too dissimilar from those I hold for you towards her as well."
Bailey nods, taking a second to think while pulling her closer. "Well... first things first. Do you want *help* with that first thing? Or do you want to figure it out on your own? Are you okay with it or...?"
They reach out to wipe her tears. "I'm not going anywhere, okay? If.... If you want her, that's okay. If you want both, I'm good with that too. And its alright if you don't know either. But I'm staying unless you tell me that *you* don't want us together anymore."
"I do want you, angel. And I want you to be happy." They say, kissing the top of her head.
"I... Think I do, but the intent was to let you in on why I've been rather weird recently. It's not exactly easy for me to admit it, even less so to be more solution-oriented." She sighs. "I don't know. I suppose, in some way, that I'd just like some emotional support as I try to wean myself off."
Annie's eyes widen when she fully realises how much she's overblown this in her head. "I do. Want both, I mean. Even if I'm not sure if that's reciprocal on this person's side. I just... Wasn't expecting you to be okay with it?"
"I want you happy as well. You truly are the light in my life, my love."
"Then I'll be here every single step of the way. No matter what." They smile softly, pulling back to meet her eyes with a hand on her cheek, thumb brushing away tears.
"I'm okay with it, I promise. I want you to be happy and *fulfilled*. And if you need something I can't give, I don't expect you to go without. I want you to have everything you need to be happy." They kiss her cheek and pull her in for another hug.
"It's all I can ever ask for, even if I wish it wasn't always me having the issues." Annie's smile returns, brighter than ever now, squeezing their hand harder.
"It's not that you can't give me it, it's..." She sighs again, hugging them tight. Pressing a kiss to their cheek. "It's moreso that those two affections run parallell. Not due to any lack of anything, but because my heart simply yearns for both of those sides of me to be nourished."
Bailey's eyes light up when they see her smile, their lips tugging into a smile of their own.
"Alright, I get that. I'm a-okay with it, I promise." They breathe, running a hand through her hair. "I'm glad I can make you happy, angel. 'Cus you light up my world, you know that?"
"I'm overjoyed that I do, I worried so much about how to tell you that I almost forgot you're depending on me too." She rubs small circles on their back.
"You light my world up as well, and I look forward to showing you that each and every day."
