tonight i am transformed.

my favorite part of the ogilvadi ao3 tag is that clearly someone can’t decide if they want their fic public or not so the number of works keeps changing from 68 to 69 and then back to 68

instead of addressing my own situationship im just writing about a fictional one i made up from a tv show with no romance

after two weeks of working together javadi and ogilvie realize they live in the same apartment building 3 floors apart. javadi considers moving. ogilvie starts having dreams of elevators and mail rooms

javadi pointedly ignoring the fact that ogilvie has toned arms until she walks into the break room for a breather after they lose a patient and finds him doing pushups in complete silence

javadi cataloging things about ogilvie so she can exploit his weaknesses until she gets stuck on how to phrase “eyes so blue you get distracted” as a con

hate to start a fic with a good concept and then the ai alarms start going off… like was it worth it

getting mature content restricted just bc i talked about hair pulling. okay soviet russia

victoria pulling james’s hair when he’s not doing what she wants quick enough when they’re fucking.

jack abbott walking into the pitt and asking javadi what they mean on love island when they say ‘french fry’

love when fics have ogilvadi hooking up in their cars. neutral ground bc ur not tainting my home with your vibe