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MUSE DOSSIER BIOGRAPHY ; check out my muse’s medical history & biodata from within her dossier of a biography.
CREDITS ; a document of credits that is always going to be more accurate than my tag of credits full of in-depth detailed credits.
ASK MEMES ; these would never go out of style in terms of relevance and there is never such a thing as too many.
NAVI ; its self-explanatory. At least, I hope that it is.
he was already there when she walked up; leaned against the railing like he belonged to it, hoodie over scrubs, smoke tucked lazy between his fingers but never lit. he didn’t say much at first, just glanced her way with the kind of look that could be mistaken for disinterest if it didn’t linger a second too long. then, a quiet offer - the cigarette, held out between two fingers. “you look like you’ve had the same kind of day.” he murmured, voice low and dry. “take it or don’t. no judgment.” a beat passed, his gaze flicked to her shoes, then up to her face. “you always storm the pier like you’ve got something to prove, or is today special?” lips curved; subtle, teasing, barely there. the kind of smile that didn’t need to be loud to get its point across.
❝ And what kind of day would that be, Jett? ❞ Alexandrea quipped unamused as she had to make a conscious effort to not roll her eyes at how he was leaned up against the railing like it belonged to him. Though, the entitlement of his actions spoke volumes and weren't that surprising considering what she'd learned about him from back when they both worked at the same hospital a few years ago now.
The brunette woman had been walking back from grabbing a coffee at her regular pace, which wasn't that fast, but it wasn't as slow or relaxed as others' were. So, it might seem like she was stressed, or in his own words, storming the pier like she's got something to prove, but it wasn't an intentional message she was trying to convey with her body language. Andrea shook her head in denial at the offered cigarette, but upon noticing his eyes had dropped down to her basic running sports shoes before meeting her eyes again, her skillfully concealed irritation grew proportional to the teasing curve of his lips.
❝ No thanks. I think we both know that I wasn't storming the pier and I don't feel the need to prove anything, especially not to you of all people. And just because you're off Lexington's property grounds, it doesn't mean you're no longer an extension the hospital, especially considering you're wearing their surgical attending scrubs underneath that hoodie. You're still representing the place, and while I'm sure that I do not have to warn a cardiothoracic surgeon about the detrimental impact smoking has on your heath, what sort of message is your patients going to receive when they see their doctor engaging in such vices? What kind of example are you setting for those patients whose lives depend on quitting? How do you expect them to have any confidence in a doctor treating them when he can't even practice what he preaches? ❞
🩸 ↝ 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 : @wildbrokenmosaics
🩸 ↝ 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 : clara ft. alexandrea
🩸 ↝ 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : kingsley memorial hospital
she was halfway through a twelve hour shift, and she had a few moments of down time on her hands. the perfect opportunity to sneak into the break room for a few minutes of silence and a few sips of coffee, uninterrupted that she could just enjoy. she was accustomed to having people move in and out of the room at random, so it wasn't a surprise to see alexandrea in there. she'd worked closely with the woman for a couple years now, their fields just happened to be aligned. clara had always thought the woman was phenomenal at her job, even if she kept those thoughts to herself. “ afternoon, ” she said, brows furrowing slightly. “ or is it evening now ? ” she asked, shaking her head. “ i've sort of lost track of time, honestly. ”
❝ 5:30 pm is understandably a very difficult time to classify. So, I think you're all good there, Clara. ❞ Because, honestly, it wouldn't be much of a stretch for it to be differentiated between afternoon and evening now, and who was going to judge them for calling it either, anyways? It was one of those weird in between timings she never really knew the universally accepted term for. On one hand, it was at the tail end of the late afternoon, but also, maybe it could be considered a part of the evening period since evenings still had the fewest hours in a day.
Alexandrea looked up upon having her focus on reading the medical journal on her laptop drawn away by her favourite pediatric nurse's entrance into the staff break room, only to momentarily look back down at the screen to identify what time it was instead of looking up at the clock that hung above on the wall directly across from her before addressing Clara with a small genuine smile of warmth in greeting as she continued. ❝ You know, I think that it could be chalked up as an occupational hazard — the losing track of time when we work such long hours, that is. Or, worse, starting to use patient rounds as markers of time passing. ❞
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arms up in protection of his head and the cinnamon role he'd purchased tucked safely away in a scrub pocket, javi stumbled hastily out of the café and into the street. just managing to soften the blow of his brushing past an unsuspecting passerby on the way, he immediately flashed his best smile. "ah, sorry!" a momentary pause, the smile still firmly in place. “i would offer to buy you a coffee to apologise but i'm scared if i go back in there it won't be the menu i'm hit with... but something much more substantial."
❝ Its okay, don't worry about it, Javi. Are you okay, though? ❞ Alexandrea's body had initially froze in startled flight or fight mode as a hand went to grasp his forearm for stability's support, eventually calming down and relaxing a tad once she registered that who she'd accidentally bumped into on the way into the café was not a threat, but rather, her fellow colleague who seemingly produced his signature stickers out of thin air.
Why did you grab his arm like a freaking weirdo, Montgomery? In a matter of mere seconds, though, her hand released and hastily dropped out to her side from embarrassed mortification that she'd gripped his arm as if it were her lifeline instead of just letting herself fall onto the sidewalk pavement when they collided and she temporarily lost her balance. Her eyes were full of sincere concern as she reassured him firmly and then temporarily paused to consider what he'd just said before adding on an amused quip with a gentle shake of her head in intrigue. ❝ Well, I'd offer to buy you a coffee instead, but only if you first explain to me what you did to deserve getting hit by Dizzy with something much more substantial than the menu? ❞
𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄: pearl (traditional) & alexandrite (modern)
𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐌: moss agate
𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 . . .
𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑: cis female
𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒: she/her
𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: demiromantic
𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: demisexual
𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 . . .
𝐄𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: Benjamin Franklin High School, Princeton University (B.Sc.), Harvard Medical School (M.B.B.S., M.D., Ph.D.), Lexington University Hospital surgical residency (F.A.C.S.), Kingsley Memorial Hospital surgical fellowship (double-board certified surgeon, A.B.S.)
𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: surgical attending of fetal surgery
𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒: English, French, Archaic French, Latin, Archaic Latin
𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐐𝐔𝐄 . . .
𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑: dark brown (natural), dark brown with streaks of darker blonde lowlights & streaks of darker brown highlights (currently dyed colour)
𝐄𝐘𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑: darker brown, almost dark olive green-brownish
𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: double ear-lobe piercings on both ear lobes
𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐒: “joy” & the infinity sign underneath below the first tattoo of the word “joy” on the outside lower part of the carpal of her right hand
𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐒: crescent moon birthmark on the back of her right shoulder blade
𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐒: several not very well healed hyperpigmentated darkened scabs with discolouration & silvery scars from cuts & wounds scattered all throughout her body from accidental pushes, shoves & blunt force trauma, a handful of deep gashes with unhealed hyperpigmentated darkened discoloured scabs & silvery scars on her neck at the base of the back of her head, shoulder blades, palm & knee, hyperpigmentated darkened scabs with discolouration turning into silvery scars on either sides of her fingernails, darkened cigarette burn scars on her lower back & flesh of inner thighs, healed calluses on her feet
𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌: Crystal Marie Reed
𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐇 . . .
𝐏𝐒𝐘𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒: borderline personality disorder (BPD), obsessive compulsive disorder (OCD), post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD), severe anxiety, surgical power complex
𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘: most of her extended family should be scattered through Nashville, Tennessee, New Orleans, Louisiana, Boston, Massachusetts, & New York City (which could be plotted out)
𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄: her husband, vanessa michaels (high school physics teacher), carson garrett (first ex-boyfriend), potential past connections (which could be plotted out)
𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒 . . .
𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄: andreamontgomery
𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 (𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒): like that by bea miller
𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐑𝐊𝐒: an icy cold & uncaring exterior, which is so far from the truth since she always cares too much about others // early mornings & late nights // extra large cup of coffee with quadruple shots of espresso, please, & stat // fiery & sassy // her default facial expression is a stone-cold bitch with an icy glare, but her rarely given genuine smiles exude radiant warmth that illuminates the whole room // relentlessly teasing you, but only because she cares // roasting you is her love language // swears that she’d never want to have children ever, but yet she would want to start a family if the right guy exists // too obstinate for her own good & her own self-preservation’s sake
𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐍: always having to project strength & never showing any sign of weakness no matter what, big girls don’t cry, childhood robbed with being forced into adulthood prematurely, constantly having to be on the top of your game with the competition, differentiation between a hero versus a villain is the narrator, girlhood vs godhood, having taken a lesson in badassery, inherited family legacies versus family legacies you leave behind as an inheritance, innocence of girlhood stolen too early, kindness in the face of being the enduring recipient of cruelty, nature versus nurture, neurotic control freakism, never feeling good enough, queens channel their pain into power, sophisticated sass & classy passive aggressive bitchism, subjective morality, the sins of our fathers, the struggles of women living in a men’s world, turning pain into power, unresolved trauma, vulnerable strength, weapons in an unending war don’t weep, with great power comes great responsibility, womanhood means being unbreakable in the face of adversity
𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘 . . .
⚠️ TRIGGER WARNINGS IN THIS BIOGRAPHY ; abandonment, alcohol, anxiety, assaults, babies, blood, borderline personality disorder (BPD), cheating, child abuse, child sexual abuse, cigarette bud burns, diseases, domestic abuse, domestic violence, infertility, infidelity, illnesses, intoxication, medical, mental health illnesses, miscarriage, NSFW, nudity mentions, parental deaths, physical abuse, physical scars, post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD), postpartum depression (PPD), pregnancy, rape, severe anxiety, sex, sexual abuse, sexual assaults, stabbings, substance abuse, wounds
( TRIGGER WARNINGS for mentions of abandonment, anxiety, assault, babies, mental health illnesses, NSFW, nudity mentions, post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD), postpartum depression (PPD), pregnancy, rape, severe anxiety, sexual abuse & sexual assault ) On June 13th of 1990 at 12:07 AM, Alexandrea Faith Jean Montgomery was born to Victoria Juliette Forbes Keating and her unknown unnamed yet biological father in all of her nine pounds, sixteen ounces and 22 inches in height’s length glory. Unfortunately, it is still unbeknownst to her that the whole reason her 19-year old mother chose to abandon her two-week old infant daughter by leaving her on the doorsteps of a local fire station in Nashville, Tennessee where Victoria was away from home, studying at a university. At some point during those four years, she gave birth to her firstborn baby girl whose face reminded her all too much of sharing too similar of the same physical features that is of the teaching assistant of a man who then sexually assaulted Victoria on their date, which resulted in her conception.
( TRIGGER WARNINGS for mentions of abandonment, babies, blood & infertility ) Despite the rough start she got in her life from when her own biological mother had ruthlessly abandoned her out in the cold, Alexandrea got placed in the care of an infertile, middle-aged woman — Jamie Montgomery in New Orleans, Louisiana after being bounced around families in the foster system for the first four months of her infant life. She did eventually receive both her middle names that was added on along with the last name from the woman who had taken her in as a foster child and then ultimately got the legal rights to adopt her as her own child. Those initial eight growing up years of her life were amazing for the youngest Montgomery when Jamie had never treated her little girl like she were any less than her own flesh and blood or made her ever question her worth.
Going by the coined nickname as Andrea that is from her, she was beyond doted on and loved, even if they didn’t necessarily have a lot materialistically being just the two of them against the world as Jamie often worked long hours as a nurse practitioner at the hospital, but yet made sure that the most precious impressionable person in her life was never neglected and kept safe and warm.
( TRIGGER WARNINGS for mentions of medical, parental death, stabbings & wounds ) The most important thing to take note of, though, is that Andrea was undoubtedly taken care of with love and had known happiness all of those years before it was all too abruptly ripped away from the safety of it all that she once had without warning. That is, until Jamie encountered an aggravated drug-addicted patient who had stabbed her to death.
( TRIGGER WARNINGS for mentions of anxiety, mental health illnesses, parental death & post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) ) And they said that grief is a kind of heartbreak that time could never mend, but Alexandrea didn’t even have the time to even begin to understand what it is or to process what had just happened when she immediately had to return back to a familiar state of offensive defense before she even knew the term for the survivability coping mechanism she employed was back then.
( TRIGGER WARNINGS for mentions of anxiety, mental health illnesses & post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) ) From the ages of eight to sixteen-years old, the once bubbly, adventurous and wild bold little woman that Jamie had raised to have one of the biggest hearts attributed to how she inherited it to be from Jamie became a shell of the carefree child that Jamie fought so fiercely to protect and grow up happily that she once was once she got bounced around foster parents in the foster care system yet again.
( TRIGGER WARNINGS for mentions of abandonment, alcohol, anxiety, child abuse, child sexual abuse, cigarette bud burns, diseases, domestic abuse, domestic violence, intoxication, NSFW, nudity mentions, physical abuse, physical scars, post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD), rape, severe anxiety, sexual abuse, sexual assaults & substance abuse ) Enduring the endless cycles of abuse inflicted upon by horrible people that somehow managed to pass the background wellness and security checks done by the foster care system, horrible abusive people got the right to being entitled and cared by the state to have vulnerable fosters children placed into their so-called “care” from the misguided trust in their decency by the system that thought they were good-natured, well-meaning people that did it for more than just getting paid monthly maintenance cheques.
( TRIGGER WARNINGS for mentions of abandonment, alcohol, anxiety, child abuse, child sexual abuse, cigarette bud burns, diseases, domestic abuse, domestic violence, intoxication, NSFW, nudity mentions, physical abuse, physical scars, post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD), rape, severe anxiety, sexual abuse, sexual assaults & substance abuse ) Ironically, though, she more often than not suffered the sexual assault abuse that her biological mother received at the hands of her biological father and not just the domestic violence and psychological abuse that you’d think she’d have to endure during her formative years that were spent in the several less than stellar foster homes she got assigned to.
( TRIGGER WARNINGS for mentions of abandonment, alcohol, anxiety, child abuse, child sexual abuse, cigarette bud burns, diseases, domestic abuse, domestic violence, intoxication, NSFW, nudity mentions, physical abuse, physical scars, post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD), rape, severe anxiety, sexual abuse, sexual assaults & substance abuse ) Some foster parents, and more specifically, the trauma that she had to endure under the tyranny of those foster fathers, weren’t, in her opinion, to blame when they were genuinely suffering from the very real diseases of addiction to drugs and alcohols that always seemed to rule their judgements and actions most of the time, but the other half of them were just inexcusable, manipulatively malicious and horrid sorry excuses for scums of human beings.
At the “ripely mature” age of sixteen, the young high school sophomore student got tired of being moved around in the foster care system between several shitty foster homes from crappy circumstances to even crappier ones was left with no other choice than to take matters into her own hands and haphazardly decided to steal a car to live out of instead of holding out the hope she had that the situation within the system gets better before she is of age and no longer has to be under the care of the social services system.
Living in the car wasn’t exactly ideal and yet, it was somehow more of a stable and conducive living environment that she had to tolerate living in the several foster homes that she violently got bumped around from. Though, fortunately the closest thing that she had felt to a mother’s care for the second time in her life was her physics high school teacher, Mrs Vanessa Michaels, who cared and helped take care of her by letting her sneak in to the school gym showers early before school started and after to wash herself and get her laundry done, knowing that the high-schooler was living on the streets out of her car.
( TRIGGER WARNINGS for mentions of cheating, infidelity & pregnancy ) And to make matters worse, as if she wasn’t strong enough to endure so much hurt and trauma in her life, her high school boyfriend had broken up with her over text due to a fling with another student that is nearly a carbon copy of her resulting in the conception of a faked pregnancy to get him to end his relationship with Andrea for her own beneficial end.
( TRIGGER WARNINGS for mentions of medical, parental death, stabbings, & wounds ) With the only limited memories that she had of the only real, albeit adoptive, parent that she had a close-knit bond with before her untimely and tragic demise, Alexandrea always knew that if she could ever get out of her less than optimal situation she would’ve wanted to work towards being a surgeon that could help save lives like Jamie did, but also, it was because she wanted to make sure that no one experienced anything resembling the pain and circumstances that she had if there was any way that it could be helped.
Her main purpose in life is to protect those who cannot protect themselves, especially innocent children from having to go through anything remotely similar to what she had to endure growing up, because no one should deserve what she had to survive from. Nobody deserves to have undergone the same experiences she has. No one should have to.
Against all of the odds, despite them and yet because of it, Alexandrea graduated from high school as the cum laude valedictorian student two-years ahead of her cohort by doing summer school to expedite her graduation to be sooner on top of the part-time jobs she took tutoring students in musical instruments.
Following that, Andrea hitched on an offered full-ride academic scholarship to do her pre-med school studies at Princeton medical school’s pre-med program and so, she only really had to worry about maintaining her grades to be consistent and supporting her living expenses, which she completed with ease as if it were a breeze as summa cum laude.
Andrea then went on to excel in Harvard’s medical school, which made it even clearer to everyone who doubted her abilities that this is the right journey for her to pursue and one that she is meant to be in all along — fitting into the career track as if it were made for her to belong in.
Going on to do her surgical residency training at one of the most globally respected of prestigious hospitals located in New York City — Lexington University Hospital right there in another new city where she has to leave behind a beloved location that she has already been living in for a little bit less than half a decade. Though, it was in the pursuit of receiving a good surgical training for herself after her graduation as one of the top two students from her cohort at Harvard which granted her the excellent post-graduation prospects of career-launching employment opportunities of job offers to train in the top surgical programs of various hospitals.
( TRIGGER WARNING for mention of alcohol ) It was not long after Alexandrea started her surgical training at Lexington that she met one night at Sterling’s Saw the most arrogant, obnoxious ass man of a surgeon, her husband, that she has ever encountered in her eventful life, which is saying a lot considering the types of people she has had to interact with all throughout these years.
Except that after being romantically burned by the certain men in her life one too many times — Alexandrea not only didn’t trust her own judgement when it came to the romance department that involved men, but she couldn’t afford to get distracted by any other kind of trivial relationship drama when she needed to focus on getting her Ph.D. in medicine from the affiliated medical school of Lexington University part-time, whilst also giving it her best in regards to her full-time surgical training job as a resident who eventually planned on specialising on pediatric or fetal surgery after a slight deviation into neurosurgery for the first three-months of her first year of residency.
Following this, she made the strategic career choice to transfer to Kingsley Memorial Hospital after completing her surgical residency training at Lexington for her surgical fellowship in fetal surgery as it was known for its trauma centre and nationally acclaimed pediatrics program. It just made the most sense for the next step in her surgical skills training to work at a hospital known for treating the most complex and advanced pediatric procedures with low morbidity rates rather than just settling and making a commitment to Lexington out of loyalty.
Constantly giving her all and prioritising the focus on giving patients the very best care that she could offer every single one of them regardless of their living circumstances and socio-economic class with her never ending drive to take care of her patients — whether it be from her compassionate care or her fiery determination when it comes to protecting and fiercely advocating for her patients.
It soon became glaringly obvious that she and her husband were always destined to be at each other’s throats with the constant conflict between them, but it wasn’t long before they developed a mutual professional respect for each other over the years they spent working together in the same space throughout the long hours. It became acutely evident that they were more meant to be proven an incredibly effective team both inside and outside of the workplace through the friendship that had been a handful of years in the making.
( TRIGGER WARNINGS for mentions of babies, blood, medical, NSFW, nudity mentions, pregnancy & wounds ) Though, it wasn’t until an expectant car accident victim came in as a patient who they were forced to work together in order to save which resulted in the increased stakes of pressured tension along with the adrenaline high that came from the satisfying victory of success did their palpable sexual tension reach an all-time climaxing pinnacle and resulted in them hate-banging and doing a passionate romp in the sheets of an on-call room within the hospital. Though, they did have a non-verbal unspoken understanding to never speak about that incident that they swore would be a once-off isolated instance that would never be repeated once again. We both know how well that agreement turns out, right? And in case that it wasn’t predictable enough already. You’re about to find out what actually happened next once their delusional ignorance met the actual reality of how it actually went down for them.
Ever since Alexandrea had to re-enter to be placed at the mercy of random strangers that were deemed as suitable individuals to take care of vulnerable children under the foster care system, she had always kept trying to fit in wherever she went — struggling to understand and locate a place where it felt like she belonged, but it never really worked out, no matter how hard she kept trying.
So, at some point, Andrea had gotten used to the need to keep moving; running away from her circumstances, herself and ultimately, just running away from anyone who dared to love her. And its inexplicably counterintuitive, but she didn’t really ever trust anyone would find her enough to stay for? And the brunette surgeon didn’t want to be put in such a vulnerable position that meant she could risk getting hurt by the losing of someone else’s love that she would’ve once had.
Notwithstanding, she has always thought that something was wrong with her because she didn’t feel like she fit in anywhere, which only made her desire to keep squirrelly running be fueled to continue burning on. That is, until she met her committed long-term boyfriend which took its turn naturally into her then fiancé and eventually her now husband.
As one would expect, Alexandrea is thankful that the nature of their entire relationship was never really one of a perfect smooth-sailing fairytale or she would’ve found that way too boring, too fast and too predictable such that it isn’t sufficiently fitting for them. Eternally allergic and finding the regular cliché sappiness too nauseating, Andrea regularly enjoyed their antagonistic teasing and bantering throughout the entirety of their initially developing friendship that it wasn’t long before it later transformed into a romantic relationship.
Their relationship and being in love with him felt like she found somewhere that she could finally belong in unconditionally as if it was just the two of them as a jointly unified couple that could be strong enough to conquering any challenges the universe tries to throw at and break them with and just easily taking on the world together in general if it is ever necessary that it & the safety of it couldn’t possibly be ever ripped away from her, the rug beneath her feet couldn’t be abruptly swept from under her feet, at least not without prior warning like it had been with Jamie once again.
Finally, Alexandrea found her safe haven and heart in her husband, but it is still an ongoing learning curve for her to trust and place most of her faith into burdening on just one single person to be responsible for so much of the heavy weight of hopefulness to be invested in embracing the feeling of such safe security that she could rely on being provided for her. Though, forever waiting for the other shoe to drop since it built her like a promise until it would prove to break her like a curse.
So, the time came when Alexandrea really close to exasperatedly killing her husband and getting away with the perfectly executed murder from her expertise medical knowledge and surgical training know-how from her frustration towards her then boyfriend for proposing to her with an engagement ring that was hidden under the four other boxes that it was packaged and wrapped in. That is, once he’d made the big decision to finally get down on one knee, and ask her the words of the one question she had started to think she’d never hear come out of his mouth after all their time spent together being in a committed romantic relationship for years now, and having spent a few years waiting for it, of course she said yes to his much anticipated and longed for proposal of matrimony to legally become his wife. Because she didn’t believe that it was even humanly possible to blindly trust someone, and has never been so hopelessly in love with a man who is her entire home, and her whole heart until now.
Therefore, it shouldn’t be much of a surprise that even more so, her untraditional and unconventional wedding vows sworn to her husband in front of every guest that was present at the ceremony by the altar included, “I promise that I’ll have your back unconditionally, I promise that I will always love you no matter what and to never obey you.” And somewhere along the line of between starting to tame down her then boyfriend’s wild playboy ways and breaking him into being a whipped and domesticated fiancé turned husband that is just hers for life is a part of the unconditional loving family that she never got to have growing up consisted of, she also gained an additional younger sibling who never treated her differently as if she were anything other than an included member of their family, even predating her legally marrying her husband and her having officially joined their family in terms of legal recognition.
( TRIGGER WARNINGS for mentions of miscarriage & pregnancy ) The newlywed marital bliss that they busked in that started from the end of her surgical residency and the started at end beginning of her surgical fellowship training? It ended around the time that they hit their second June eighth wedding anniversary, especially after their first unexpected miscarriage of an unplanned pregnancy, which they would have bounced back from with relative ease since it pushed them toward their efforts to intentionally start building a little family of their own.
This is a tag drop for ALEXANDREA MONTGOMERY who is an original canon character from being heavily affiliated with the Tumblr private group of ScrubsHQ. It covers interactions, answered, headcanons, musings & so much more.
* . . . i. ANDREA MONTGOMERY — nsfw ➳ ❝ she doesn’t want you like a best friend. only bought this dress so you can TAKE it off. ❞
* . . . ii. ANDREA MONTGOMERY — desires ➳ ❝ altar is my hips. an INDENTATION in the shape of you. made your mark on me. ❞
* . . . iii. ANDREA MONTGOMERY — intrctns ➳ ❝ world against her keeps her going. she fights for something BETTER for all of us. ❞
* . . . iv. ANDREA MONTGOMERY — answered ➳ ❝ world against her keeps her going. she fights for something BETTER for all of us. ❞
* . . . v. ANDREA MONTGOMERY — headcanon ➳ ❝ world going against her keeps her going. she fights for something BETTER for all of us. ❞
* . . . vi. ANDREA MONTGOMERY — edit ➳ ❝ world against her keeps her going. she fights for something BETTER for all of us. ❞
* . . . vii. ANDREA MONTGOMERY — musings ➳ ❝ world going against her keeps her going. she fights for something BETTER for all of us. ❞
* . . . viii. ANDREA MONTGOMERY — visage ➳ ❝ world against her keeps her going. she fights for something BETTER for all of us. ❞
* . . . ix. VERSE — undecided ➳ ❝ what if the only DIFFERENCE is who’s narrating the story? ❞
* . . . x. VERSE — scrubs hq ➳ ❝ she will never cease fighting. her LEGACY is to leave an impactful difference. ❞
This is a BLOG SET UP tag drop. Wishlist, answered, promos, stats & so much more are all tags under the cut. This tag set up are different quotes for all the tags in this section.
* . . . i. ramblings ➳ ❝ she has a mouth like unswept glass. it will CUT you when you least expect it. ❞
* . . . ii. ooc answered ➳ ❝ you have the words to change a nation and yet? you’ve been BITING your tongue. ❞
* . . . iii. about the mun ➳ ❝ she has kind of said too much. and you’ve said ENOUGH. promise that she is just another narcissist. ❞
* . . . iv. original poetry ➳ ❝ prefers her work be RECOGNISED rather than hidden. either way? she won’t go speechless. ❞
* . . . v. self promo ➳ ❝ a little self-promo featured on the dash never really KILLED anyone. has it? ❞
* . . . vi. promo ➳ ❝ the best people completely DESERVING of all of your love & attention on shining spotlights of their own. ❞
* . . . vii. musings ➳ ❝ she is brave and STRONG and broken all at once. ❞
* . . . viii. nsfw ➳ ❝ mascara runnin’ and lipstick smudged. wearing a red wine stained dress with a hint of the DEVIL in her eyes. ❞
* . . . ix. desires ➳ ❝ took her hours just to do her makeup right. if you’re the reason it gets ruined she’ll be PISSED tonight. ❞
* . . . x. wanted plots ➳ ❝ wish I never hung up the phone like she did. WISH you knew that I’d never forget you as long as I live. ❞
* . . . xi. wishlist ➳ ❝ let a shooting star run across a MIDNIGHT sky. throw a coin into a wishing well. make a wish now. ❞
* . . . xii. ask memes ➳ ❝ loving you is a LOSING game. ❞
* . . . xiii. about blog ➳ ❝ doesn’t start with once upon a time. you know how she’ll introduce the LEGACY? always and forever. ❞
* . . . xiv. plotting starter call ➳ ❝ handle it? are you kidding? she’s the master of SKILLFULLY planning the next tactical moves. ❞
* . . . xv. statistics ➳ ❝ you and me got a whole lot of history. so does it ever drive you CRAZY just how fast the night changes? ❞
* . . . xvi. templates ➳ ❝ your lack of proper organisation causes her serious DISTRESS beyond what you could possibly fathom. ❞
* . . . xvii. credits ➳ ❝ the ABSOLUTE best lifesaving content creators. ❞
* . . . xviii. all headcanons ➳ ❝ fact is deleted scenes should’ve made canon. would take over CONTROL of her original narrative. ❞
* . . . xix. all replies ➳ ❝ written in these walls are the STORIES that i can’t explain. ❞
* . . . xx. all answered ➳ ❝ watch out for a furious writer with a vocabulary of sharpened CONVICTION and quills in her arsenal. ❞
* . . . xxi. all edits ➳ ❝ nobody remembers the easy. they REMEMBER the blood sweat and tears shed on the journey. ❞
* . . . xxii. reblogged ➳ ❝ don’t play the person. play to rig the game of the unfair system. and BREAK through the walls of it. ❞
* . . . xxiii. reshared ➳ ❝ she’ll intend to keep these polaroids with her CAPTIONED signature to remember for when she’s grey. ❞
* . . . xxiv. psa ➳ ❝ thank you next. in ADVANCE? you’re welcome. ❞
* . . . xxv. verses ➳ ❝ mayhaps in another world things would’ve been DIFFERENT. and i could’ve made you stay. ❞
* . . . xxvi. verse drop ➳ ❝ she wants to be your midnights. are we out of the woods yet? tell me where do broken hearts go. ❞
* . . . xxvii. queue ➳ ❝ just called to say this is the LAST you’ll be hearing from me. ‘cause now i’ve moved on. ❞
