I'm not consistent with writing at all just fyi, but i do write and i do take requests! I write mostly angst and fluff, pretty much anything, just not too crazy. I write for female euphoria characters, jenna ortega characters, female scream characters, billie eilish, and the women from the pitt!! My inbox is always open just to talk as well! A lot of the writing on here is older stuff so the formatting and writing from the old posts isn't exactly the greatest.
This post talks about SA. If you cannot handle it, then please click off.
There is a popular saying that I wish more people lived by: you are what you eat.
Obviously, this is not literal. You will not turn into bacon just for having it for breakfast. Rather, this is a phrase most notably interpreted metaphorically. What you indulge in, or "consume" reflects on your person.
Now that we are all on the same page, I think it is safe for me to say that people who enjoy or write the romanticisation of non-con, SA, or anything of the sort, are the scum of the earth.
Yes. I know that my claim might cause a whiplash in some people. Yet, despite this, I still believe it needs to be said.
When you write something, you are displaying your thoughts. That by itself is old news. However, it also seems that people don't understand that what you write also displays your morals.
When someone writes about the romanticisation of non-con, or things relating to that, that means that they view the trauma that millions—if not BILLIONS—of people have unfortunately experienced as "hot" and "sexy".
It is NOT hot and sexy.
It is a CRIME that several people have lived through and many are still experiencing.
"Oh, but if you don't like it, then don't read it!"
I think that the fanfiction/fandom community as a whole needs to come on an agreement of what is okay to gloss over and what is not, because that quote in this situation literally means that sexual TRAUMA being used as a way for people reach pleasure should be ignored.
Spoiler alert, no, it shouldn't.
Instead of keeping quiet about this, we need to start speaking up. This'll result in awareness, and hopefully give people sense.
"It doesn't matter because it's just fiction—"
WRONG
If you read my opening, you would've seen my words about how your interests reflect on you.
Using the phrase "it's just fiction," to defend this, is the same as claiming that people who watch child corn aren't pedophiles.
Why else do we (rightfully) view people who watch that as the terrible persons that they are? In case you don't know, it's because what they consume reveals their morals and beliefs.
Just how child corn is despicable, the romanticisation of SA and non-con also is. NEITHER should be supported or condoned regardless if it was fiction or not. This shouldn't have to be something needed to spell out.
Writing about the romanticisation of SA/non-con is not okay.
Reading about it is not okay.
Making fanart using this idea is not okay.
Supporting fanart that condone it is not okay.
Congratulating authors who write about this is DEFINITELY not okay.
Doing anything that even REMOTELY supports this, or eggs this behavior on, is most CERTAINLY not okay.
I know I used harsh words. I know I could come off as offensive. I don't care. This is an issue that is very prevalent in the fanfic/fandom space and it needs to come to a halt.
I will be tagging this post the way I am tagging it, because I have either seen it in that space, believe it is there, or for publicity.
hiii! can you make minimalist pale pink dividers that can be used in the pinned posts?
like not entirely just lines, but something going on? i’m sorry if this is too specific or not specific enough 🥹
Hey! I’m hoping these are alright and light enough? Super pale colors aren’t always tumblr mobile friendly so I mixed in a slightly darker shade to make them stand out. You should also check out these, they’re much more minimalist and I think they’ll pair nicely. Thanks for the request! 💗
summary: You've recently started at the ptmc as a grad nurse. You're fond of everyone and they're pretty fond of you, but you're weary about Trinity's teasing.
warnings: ogilvie, medical inaccuracies if i even mentioned any, very slight allusions to self-harm (if you squint), long ass intro with the mention of readers thoughts about all the doctors and nurses, reader overthinks, I think that's it.
A/N: this was that series idea I was talking about lol. did you know that im actually working towards med school rn and have been LMAO, gotta do the pre med reqs though, but not in the er cause I feel like mel in that scene when "the er can be bright and noisy" yeah it can be and i hate it, so props to er doctors/nurses/etc. i'm not excited for that rotation but its ok thats the way to get through schooling. anyways lmk how this is cause uh idk if i like my writing ever and if this is good i wanna continue it. ok bai hope you enjoy!
Being a new grad nurse at the ptmc for the last 2 weeks wasn't exactly the easiest thing you've ever done. It actually might've been the hardest. It was a new place with new people, that meant new routines and having to get used to something.
It wasn't too bad though, you enjoyed the people and they enjoyed you. But, who wouldn't? Being smart, quiet unless you had valuable knowledge, friendly, and empathetic. Yeah, that won over people easily. The best part was that you didn't have to try either, you were just naturally genial.
The people there were pretty cool for the most part too. Emma was someone you talked to the most since she was pretty new as well. Mel was nice, she took things pretty literally, but you knew she always meant well. Samira was on of your favorites since she was so welcoming from the moment you walked in. Victoria was cool, you were a bit scared of her because you saw her stand up for herself and others at times.
You hadn't interacted with dennis much, but he attempted to check in on you, he was also a good teacher, so you appreciated him. Trinity made remarks a lot but some of them were pretty funny, you saw her tease her friends but you knew deep down that she had a good heart, you saw how she interacted with the patients she cared about the most. She had cool tattoos too. You had one, but you tried to hide it.
Cassie was very empathetic which was good to have in the workplace, she made sure you were doing ok. Joy seemed like she didn't want to be there, and honestly, you hated the parts of the rotation that you didn't want to do either, you just didn't show it like she did. But joy was cool, she was unintentionally funny and very smart but didn't make it a big deal.
Ogilvie was not empathetic, you tried to give everyone a chance, but you weren't sure about him. Perlah and Princess were also unintentionally funny, you liked being around them. Dana was great, she was like the mom of the ptmc and she also made sure you were doing good, checking in a lot and helping out if needed. Dr. Robby had left before you got there, so Dr. Al-hashimi was the attending and you thought she was nice, you just didn't like her insistence of the AI usage.
You heard about Frank Langdon, but you didn't like to judge people right away, so you interacted with him and thought he was actually nice. Samira had told you about how he yelled at trinity though and obviously that wasn't cool, but he seemed to have wanted to apologize. You actually saw the apology, it was an accident, but still, you saw it. Trinity had a right to be mad but you also thought it was improvement of Langdon to apologize, you honestly only heard things though, so it wasn't something you spent a lot of time thinking about.
Dana usually kept a close eye on you, she knew you were quiet and she knew that people would take advantage of quiet. She also knew you were smart and noticed things, so she also trusted you to protect yourself to some extent.
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You didn't mind waking up at 6, it was actually peaceful that early in the morning. You would make sure your mornings were slow and calm so you started the day in a good mood. You preferred to shower after your shift when you were dirty after being at the hospital, so you got up, did whatever hygiene and skincare, then a hairstyle that was cute but also had your hair out of your face. Today was a braid with some cute hair clips in. Then change into scrubs with some type of cute underscrubs covering your arms.
Then you would grab an energy drink, fill up your water bottle, grab a quick protein bar for breakfast, and by then it was probably 6:30am. You would drive to the hospital after that, some type of music playing in that car that was calming or uplifting in some way.
This was the daily routine that you loved, that's how you stayed in that positive mood and hopefully be able to put others in a good mood too. While walking in you gave a little smile to your coworkers as a little good morning.
You were met with Dr. Santos in the break room, she looked to be getting in an extra nap before the shift officially started in about 12 minutes. Waking her in any way was dangerous, so you tried to be as quiet as possible while setting your watter and energy drink down. But, your luck was ruined when you accidentally knocked your water bottle over and it made a loud bang. You quickly picked it up and covered your mouth, but it was too late.
"Jesus Christ!" She said loudly and jolted up from the table, her back facing you. "Crash, its not even 7 in the morning and you're already being crash."
Oh, she thought you were Javadi, is that why she called her crash?
"I'm not crash" you said a bit hesitantly, Santos was a bit scary when she was irritated. She turned around and looked you up and down, realizing who you were.
"You're not crash. you must be crash 2.0." How unoriginal, she was good with nicknames, you expected something better than that. But, hey! That means you're starting to warm up to this place, you finally got an infamous Trinity nickname.
"What about burn?" you questioned which seemed to make her confused. "Uh, what?"
"Like crash and burn, instead of crash 2.0?" She didn't smile or laugh, you didn't really expect her to though.
"Ok, burn..." She hesitated with it for a second, trying to decide if she liked it or not, but ultimately, she didn't care that much. "try not to make so much noise next time." She got up, grabbed some shitty snack she found, and left before you could say another word.
Well shit. You had seem to be friends or made a good impression on everyone, but she didn't seem to feel the same. She didn't hate you, but she didn't like you either, she actually didn't even think about you because this was, what? Your second interaction? Maybe third? She only interacted with you if you were the nurse of a patient that she had gotten the case of.
Great, the shift hasn't even started, and you pissed off the worst doctor to possibly piss off. How lucky.
When you walked out the break room and to where Dana, Perlah, and Princess were, Dana looked at you and smirked.
"You look worried, hun. Something wrong?" It was funny how easily she ran the place, but you let out a small breathy laugh.
"I think I annoyed Dr. Santos." Her smile only got wider though, Princess and Perlah perked up too, they loved any type of drama.
"That just means you're officially apart of the team." That was pretty funny actually, it kinda put you in a better mood too. "Don't worry too much about it, sweetheart. She acts annoyed with everyone. If she had an actual problem with you, you'd know it. Should've seen her and Langdon."
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It was just a normal shift today, nothing extra bad and nothing out of the ordinary. You were thankful for that too. To your surprise, you were once again met with Dr. Santos in the break room, but this time, she was awake and getting water before she left.
Though Dana had calmed your nerves earlier, you still felt bad for waking her. You didn't like being woken up either.
"Dr. Santos?" You were slightly quiet, but loud enough that she was able to hear you and turn around. "Uh, yeah?"
"I just wanted to apologize for waking you up this morning, I'm sorry, I don't like being woken up either. I hope I didn't start your day badly because of that."
She laughed a little at that, not because she was making fun of you. She just literally had forgotten about it.
"Seriously, you're apologizing for that?" She smiled, but not because she was happy, she was just genuinely amused. "I was giving you a hard time, lighten up."
She threw away her cup of water and walked towards the door. "See you tomorrow, burn." Ok well that was slightly relieving. Guess the name Burn is sticking though. You were just grateful she wasn't genuinely mad at you. You trusted Dana though, you would know if she had an actual problem with you.
A/N again: how do you guys picture me to look? I think about that sometimes cause like would you believe me if I said my hair was pink and I'm kinda short? Or do you picture me as something else idk, anyways thanks for staying if you're reading this, bai
I just wanted to talk about this because this is something that really irks me. Joking about mental disorders/illnesses are NOT funny. A few people I know have recently been treating EDs as a joke by making jokes or insensitive comments about it, and as someone who struggles with that, its hard to hear those things. EDs aren't the only thing people joke about too, people are very insensitive about mental disorders in general, which is something that should be treated with care and empathy. Someone else I know made a joke about sh, they laughed at it, making it seem like people who do are stupid and unworthy. I think it's sad how there isn't much empathy in this day and age when I believe we're at a time where empathy is needed the most. Making jokes and being insensitive about things that people struggle with is genuinely not funny at all. If you disagree with me and get mad at this take, lwk unfollow me, block me, wtv, but if you disagree with me on this, then maybe you should rethink some things about yourself. I'm sorry this isn't normally what I post, maybe no one else cares about this idk, but I care a lot about it so I wanted to try and speak up 🥹
I genuinely cant remember if im the one that sent the awakening request or not buttt an idea for it could be cassie and reader being on the same case of someone who has substance struggles (only if you’re comfortable ofc) and reader handles them rlly well (yk empathetic and non judgmental and in general understanding) and it has cassie in awe ykykykyk sorry this is kinda vague and feel free to ignore lol 😪
no stop i love this idea its perfect i will get on it, if it takes a minute its cause i have a bajillion freaking finals but ill be working on it 😽
just so i know what exactly you're wanting (i think ik but i wanna make sure🥹) if you have any more details to it tell me pleaseee i wanna make sure i get it right!!
hmmm luv some hurr/comfort . maybe h/c with trinity. reader find the scalpal in her scrubs pocket, or she opens up abt how the stuff w langdon made her feel. (established relationship). ya idk. some ideas mayhaps
It doesn't define you
summary: you found the scalpel in her pocket
Warnings: Hurt/comfort?? Mild mentions of self-harm, take that into account.
you worked with trinity during both of your guy's residency at ptmc. that's how your first met, you were also around her age which is how you guys connected so easily.
you weren't surprised either, she was funny. well you thought that, even if no one else did. she was also relatable. people were so quick to judge her but never even had an actual conversation with her. you did. that's why you guys spent so much time together, you basically became another roommate for her at this point with the amount of times you were at her house.
second year of residency was hard. so much extra work and extra stress. you struggled with it, but not like trinity. i mean you knew not everything was ok, but you didn't know how bad it actually got with her.
you knew she struggled in the past, just not anymore. thats why when you found the scalpel in the pocket of her scrubs when you went to wash them, you were shocked. trinity was acting less energetic than usual and a lot snippier, but you thought she was only mildly stressed. you didn't know it was at this level. you didnt even know how to approach this.
you carefully picked up the scalpel in your shaking hand, clenching it in your fist and you stared because you didnt know what to do. you were hurt, but not mad, you were worried. all you could think of is why you didn't notice sooner or why she didn't reach out.
you swallowed everything down. this wasn't about you, this was about her. every step you took towards her room was quiet and careful. you had no time to even think how to approach this, you were too worried.
you carefully pushed open her bedroom door and saw her laying on the bed. she looked up and you gave a small, soft smile, hoping it offers some comfort.
"hey... um, listen. i went to wash your scrubs and uh... i found this"
you didnt want to sound harsh, you were nervous even bringing it up because how would she react? you held out the scalpel to show her bit kept the worried expression on your face. you saw as her expression changed a bit, she crossed her arms and tilted her head down but tried to make herself look bigger, she did that when she was about to cry.
"is that why you were a little more on edge today?"
you said it softly enough so it didn't hurt her, you didn't want to make her feel worse then she already did. she nodded and she was quiet, that's how you knew she was upset. as you approached her, she felt all her defenses go up again because she was scared. what if you left her? what if this was your breaking point?
"don't" she said, not as sharp as it would be if it were someone else, but still sharp enough to make you stop. "you should go"
you shook your head, you cared and you couldn't leave her alone like this, you also knew how she got defensive in moments like these.
"i'm not gonna leave, but i'm not gonna make this a whole thing, i just want to make sure you're ok"
she stared at you, thinking if she wanted to let you help or not. No matter how long you guys were together, or how well she trusted you, she was a defensive person. It wasn't her fault, she had been through a lot, her first response is to protect herself.
you tried stepping closer again but this time she didn't tell you to stop. you sat next to her on the bed and set the scalpel on the side table. you didn't say anything yet, you waited to see if she had something to say.
"i'm sorry" she said quietly and looked at you when she did.
"no, don't be" you didnt want her to be sorry, you knew she struggled and that's ok.
"i've just been stressed and this year of residency is just really hard, and i didn't know what to do."
you nodded hoping it would give her some form of comfort, or just make her feel like you weren't judging.
"thats ok, this year is hard for you, its a hard year for a lot of people. and i know these habits aren't ones you can just stop, you know?"
"yeah" she appreciated the understanding, even if it was hard for her to admit.
you placed your hand atop of hers, hoping to offer some comfort. "progress isn't a straight line so like obviously no matter how much help you get, there's gonna be bad days, but any help will make it somewhat better. and i know you dont trust a lot of people or like letting them in, but you can talk to me and ask me for help, or dennis, whoever you trust most and feel most comfortable with."
she nodded "thank you" she looked up at you and gave a half smile, she had already progressed over the past few months because she used to completely shut you out. her letting you sit here and talk was a major step from the beginning. you wanted her to feel safe and comfortable around you no matter what.
"you want a hug?" you offered.
"dont push your luck" she joked which made you laugh a bit.
"there she is"
"im just fucking with you, yeah i'd like a hug" she had a bit of a softer side with you, she wasn't necessarily against physical touch with other people, she was just skeptical and usually didn't love it if it came out of nowhere. she liked it from you though.
she wrapped her arms around you and you did the same back, she rested her face against your shoulder and you felt her start to relax.
"thank you" she said again.
"dont thank me"
"fine i'll take it back then" you liked when she joked, it was a very trinity thing to do. no matter what, you loved her, these struggles didn't define her, she was still trinity.
A/N: This is garbage I hate the writing ok bye she might be ooc
warnings: fem!reader. r struggles with generalized anxiety disorder & is medicated for it. detailed panic attack. sunshine!reader. hurt/comfort. mentions of death/usual pitt stuff. trinity may be ooc cause it's my first time writing for her. trinity has a crush on r.
the day had been dragging. everything that could've gone wrong, went wrong, and it was only 6pm. you've lost two patients, had one go into a coma, been screamed at by a random dude in the waiting room, and also been scolded by langdon.
normally, you're able to push past it. you're medicated enough to send a small child into shock, and it keeps you lively during the grueling hours that kill your coworkers. but everyone has their limits.
walking hastily out of the room that your patient just fell asleep in, you felt the familiar weight on your chest and your heart began hammering. your steps slowed for a moment, hands going to your chest with a slight shake before your forced them back down.
cassie glanced at you from where she was standing with a patient, sending a look in that nurturing way of "are you okay?" in the way she always had in the years of working with her. you nodded quickly, pace picking back up. you passed by trinity on your way to the bathrooms, her gaze locking on you instantly.
"hey, sparky—" she cut off her usual greeting with a furrowed brow, watching as your hand lifts shakily to wave, but you don't speak as you continue walking. normally, you'd respond happily, having taken a liking to trinity's nickname, so this raised red flags in the brunette's mind. she paused for a moment, before pushing up out of her chair and following
you push open the door to the bathrooms— when did that get so heavy? you make your way into the handicapped stall, shutting the door and pressing your back against the wall. you slide down and pull your knees to your chest. normally, the concept of sitting on the floor of the employee bathroom would gross you out, but in this moment, you don't seem to notice. you press your palms to your eyes in an attempt for comfort, but it doesn't seem to work.
trinity opened the door slowly, listening closely for anything. it's silent for a moment before she hears a small hiccup coming from the end of the bathroom. she closes the door behind her, locking it even though that was definitely not allowed, and walks with caution towards the stall you were in.
she calls your name hesitantly, your actual name, not some dumb nickname, and knocks on the stall door lightly.
"oh— uhm! i-i'm fine!" you gasp out very unconvincingly, the words sounding like a lie even to your own ears.
"okay, right." she rasps sarcastically, before pausing and remembering the situation. "can... can you open the door for me?" she asks with an unusual gentleness in her tone, and it's still for a moment before the lock rattles.
"great," she breathes out, opening the door slowly and locking her eyes on you. you look up at her from the floor, face red and blotchy and she swears she feels a pang in her heart.
"okay," she sighs, sitting beside you, hand raising hesitantly to stroke your hair. "what happened?"
"just—" you gasp, taking a breath before continuing. "i-it's just been such a c-crazy day, and i... it's a lot." you shake your head, attempting to erase the thoughts from your brain.
"yeah, yeah, definitely. it's okay, just— uhm. let's do some breathing? or— or we can talk to kiara!" trinity attempts to comfort, but you shake your head. if you weren't feeling like this, you'd definitely tease her about how bad she is at this, but for now, you just want to sit and breathe.
"no, no, just," you sigh, slumping against trinity's arm. "can you stay with me... just for a moment?" the brunette curses the way her heart races excitedly at a time like this.
"yeah... yeah, of course. langdon—" she laughs, ponytail swinging. "langdon just yelled at me to leave anyways, so maybe he wouldn't mind if i took a moment." her lips quirk into a smile when you sniffle with a small giggle. "he's nuts, huh?"
omg first pitt fic😆 i'm absolutely loving this show (especially trinity) see original request here !
