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i wish eternal damning consequences upon doug ross not because i think he’s a bad person who consistently makes selfish decisions but because imagining him in distress gives me a boner
i want everyone to know i gotta mark spector/steven grant pillion fic in da drafts rn
Absolutely failing at not making my entire online presence ER centered
hiii do you plan on updating your mohabbot fic or is it done? :(
hey! I do want to finish it but i honestly dont really know where to go with it and my love for the pitt has almost completely evaporated after the departure of supriya and the conclusion of the last season. Im not saying ill never get back to it but i also really dont want to get your hopes up, im sorry 😔
Pillion
Imagine waking up one day and you have lost your self in loving someone else.
You're thinking back to the past few weeks and you didn't even notice the slippery slope you'd fallen down. You'd thrown them a birthday party, you gave them the most amount of intimacy you'd given probably anyone in years, and you not only met their parents for dinner but you had a conversation with them. A real conversation with banter and interest.
They'd do anything for you and you know that. Anything. No questions asked. It's everything you could have wanted. And yet, you wouldn't do the same. At least, you thought you wouldn't. You hadn't.
You did.
You know everything about this one thing. This one thing that is entirely yours. This thing that you made entirely yours. But that thing, that person, knows almost nothing about you. Nothing that wasn't learned from a cruel game of hot and cold.
You wake up and you dont recognize yourself. You'd never acted this way. You'd never felt this way. Fuck, you felt the need to see them happy. Like if you didn't get a glimpse of the happiness they showed on their face you'd die. You'd told a joke. You'd woken up with your arms around softness and warmth.
How could this happen? How could you allow yourself to be worried about someone, to love someone, to care?
You're out of your depth, these aren't the kind of emotions you're used to. There was just one thing you promised yourself not to do again.
It was your fault. You knew that. You weren't driving carefully enough. you hit that poor thing in the road. It was only right that you'd take it in and put it out of its poor misery.
It would have died either way.
i dont write cor interaction (obviously) but some times i geel like tinkerbell when im not seeing new likes in my inbox
rereading your own fics/wips is a very slippery slope into finding out you actually have to finish your fics if you want them finished
just started using ellipsus to write in and the themes alone have me kinda sold on it ngl fuck a google doc
The Silly
Arthur Morgan/dr!reader
Rating: Teen
super short
Fem reader No necessary tags i think
You, who had just moved to the crossing, get roped up into helping one of the most notorious gangs around. Some people would call you dumb for being all alone at the Emerald telegram station so late in the night. some would say it was simply the wrong place at the wrong time. But, either way, they'd swept you up and convinced you to help their injured. You'd seen one of them before, the one with the red hair came into your office in Blackwater for some minor stitches the other day, lucky for them he recognized you.
You who thought it'd be the one time but you'd chosen this career because you hated to see other people injured and they managed to keep convincing you to patch em up. You who patched up the most mysterious of them all late one night after a shift that had left you dead on your feet. You were too tired to argue, just hopped on the back of his horse when he’d met you outside of the medical office, routine now, and rode off to a more secluded spot to work.
“What? no pushback today?” gruff voice in front of you teasing. More often than not it took you at least a little back and forth before agreeing, preferring to discover the who, what, and how. You didn't say anything in response, just made a very tired non committal noise and tried your hardest not to lean too much on his back and fall asleep.
You don't remember at what point in your little exchanges that you had started becoming comfortable around the gang but you had nodded off ever so slightly on the back of Arthur’s horse. When you came to a stop, an abandoned structure out in the woods ya’ll frequented, he’d woken you up by lightly tapping your thigh behind him. You were still so tired you didn't see the little wet spot you’d left on his shoulder where your drooling mouth had been.
“You alright darlin’ ?” Arthur’s voice was soft as he guided you off the horse after him. You didn't think twice about the tone.
“Just tired,” you nodded.
By the time you both walked into the little shack you'd woken up just a little bit, the chill air hit your skin much harder without the warm shield of Arthur's body in front of you. Luckily, his injury didn't need anything but a few stitches and some cleaning. You were back in your bed an hour later warm and dreaming distantly of whiskey and fire.
Arthur who had found you a few weeks later, all alone walking from riggs station covered in dirt. He almost didn't recognize you at first with twigs sticking out of your hair and your usually pressed and proper clothes ruffled up. “What the hell happened to you?” You jumped a little, eyes shooting up to meet his. You were still a little on edge from what had happened a moment ago. You didn't know what to say instead staring at him stunned until he hopped off of his horse and stood in front of you.
Now that he was so close you couldn't seem to look him in the eyes anymore, you stared at the ground hoping maybe it would open up and swallow the rest of you along with your pride. Warm hands came to rest on your shoulders squeezing gently. “Darlin’ ,” one finger on your chin lifted your eyes to his again, “what happened?” His voice was soft but still held the firmness he always spoke with. It took everything in your power to keep your lip from wobbling as he studied your face.
You looked at his chest instead of his face, swallowing around the knot in your throat before speaking, “I- Someone, stole my horse, ripped me off her and into a ditch.” You weren't looking at him but his eyes never left your face as you spoke. “Didnt even get to see who it was.”
When you looked up again your cheeks were wet. Arthur swiped a thumb underneath your eye, wiping away a falling tear. “Are you hurt?”
“A few bruises never stopped me,” your weak attempt at humor put a small smile on his face.
“Of course not darlin’ ,” the warmth from his hands on you seeped into your cold skin. It relaxed you, something in your body decided you were safe right here. “Do you know which way they took off?” he looked behind your shoulder surveying the road behind you.
You shook your head sadly.
His lips pressed into a firm line for just a moment and then he was ushering you onto his horse.
You tried to ask where you were headed, he hadn't continued in the direction you were traveling, but only said “home” in response.
Arthur Morgan who took you back to the van der linde gang camp, asking the other girls to lend you a clean dress and help you pick the twigs from your hair. Arthur Morgan who sat you in his tent after making sure you were alright and told you to sit tight while he took care of some things; Had Kieren and Sean watch the camp while he, Lenny, Charles, Javier, and John rode out.
Everyone at camp was extremely kind to you. Most of them you had only met in passing or during quick meetings, fixing up the members of the gang that typically got in the most trouble. It had felt like a family with how close everyone was here, how much they depended on each other. You never had much of that being on your own for most of your life. It was nice, even if you were just watching them play a game of cards at the table.
When Arthur and his posse came back they’d returned with your beautiful pure white mare named posy in tow. You’d leapt up when you saw her beautiful mane come through the trees. “Oh Arthur, you found her!” you couldn't help the tears falling from your eyes, you weren't sure if you would see her ever again. You hugged her around the neck stroking her soft coat before practically launching yourself at Arthur behind you. “Thank you,” it was his neck next that you’d buried your face in, not caring about the wet tears surely soaking his skin.
His hands buried themselves into your hair, almost pressing you deeper into him. He didn't say anything in response but this was better.
You didn't ask for the details and he never told you but, ever since that day nobody had even thought about bothering you. It was like there was an unspoken bubble around you, Arthur wasn't always with you but you still felt his protective presence everywhere you went.
In google docs looking at my wips and not even wanting to open and look at any if them #writer
Im on ao3 posting niche fanfiction and wondering why the niche fanfiction i posted on ao3 only got 2 hits. like yeah its fanfiction about a 30 year old show that has a small younger and dedicated fanbase, why wouldnt 2 billion people look at it?
Yall i am on tumblr posting niche fanfiction and wondering why the niche fanfiction im posting on tumblr got 0 likes
Thinking about hot shot college aged doug ross tutoring you in physics. He approached class like he wasnt paying attention, just trying not to get dropped for attendance but he'd only ever gotten A's on his tests.
You're struggling bad. There's too many equations, too many laws, it was all jumbled up in your head. You reached out to him in desperation really he had a reputation, even back then, that you didnt want to touch with a ten foot pole. But you'd caught sight of his test and realized he might be the only one doing well enough in the class to help you despite his efforts to hide it.
It was a surprise that he said yes, you shared a few classes with him over the years and saw him around campus on occasion but you didn't think he knew who you were. You met in the library at first, a public spot, to ensure nothing untoward happened. But you had both found it'd gotten too loud to think in such a high trafficked area and it was much easier to explain the subject if you could draw it on something like a whiteboard.
Then you started meeting in study rooms. A cramped shoebox equiped with a single table, a whiteboard, and room enough for about four people if they got really cozy with each other. The one florecent light above them probably hadnt been changed in ten years, bathing the room in a dull glow. It was...
intimate.
At some point you started getting dizzy during your study sessions. Maybe it was from the centries old dry dust from the books or the topics you were trying to cram into your brain, you couldnt tell. But when he'd stand behind you, warm chest brushing against your back to point to a diagram you'd drawn, his cologne wafted its way into your sinuses and threatened to knock you off balance.
You didnt see it coming when it happened, oblivious to the way he'd gravitate closer to you or how often he touched you. It was late, you'd studied all night for the test the following morning and like the chivalrous gentleman he was, he walked you back to your building. You felt really good, electrified by how sure you felt about yourself and the next test. You'd only made a hand full of negligible mistakes while you practiced. He was proud of you. You were proud of yourself too.
The two of you stood out front of your building matching smiles plastered all over your faces. You opened your mouth to thank him for everything he'd done for you, tell him goodnight. Instead, you'd let out a small noise of suprise as he pulled you into him, placing a sweet kiss on your lips.
Your eyes were still closed when he pulled away, too shocked to move, you wanted to remember the feel of it so you could think on it later and decide if that really did just happen.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-" he began when your eyes had fluttered open, you'd never seen him look so nervous in all the time you'd known about him. You didn't think he could get that way at all, especially not after a kiss. But his head was a held a little lower and his ears tipped the slightest bit pink.
It was cute. You'd never thought of him as cute before.
"- kissed you i dont know why-"
You hadn't heard a single thing he said since his lips were on yours and you didn't really intend to find out. It was your turn to grab him by his coat and kiss him. Deeper this time. He was hesitant when his arms encapsulated you, but only for a moment, and then it was hot and sweet and you learned that he was a really good kisser.
Eventually, to your protest, he pulled away, displaying that classic grin as he moved awry strands of hair out of your face. From there it was giggles and coy smiles as you'd said goodnight, turning around to wave to him through the window when you'd made it inside your building.
You got an A on your test the next day.
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‘don’t you want your favourite character to be happy???’ no? i want my favourite character to be interesting. i want me to be happy. which sometimes involves my favourite character being in exquisite agony