ANIMAL KINGDOM SEASON 1, EPISODEÂ 10
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ANIMAL KINGDOM SEASON 1, EPISODEÂ 10

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when you run into your boy best friend on a dad daughter outing
*steph.exe has permanently malfunctioned*
Before I get back to my regularly scheduled programming and (try) and hop on other art events I wanna partake in. I have a quick announcement!
Say hello to Mx. O! A completely brand new and original oc I made in hype of the new series coming out, Calling All Villains.
new evanolan fic :) baed on this post of mine from a week or so ago
Emma huffs, blowing a sharp breath out the side of her mouth to get the hair away from her lips. Sheâd usually have used her chapstick by now to try and get rid of the flaky skin, but she hasnât had a moment to sneak back to her fannypack since Dana took it from her this morning.Â
âEmma, câmere a minute.â
If she were a dog, Emmaâs ears would swivel around to Danaâs voice as soon as the older nurse said her name. Her tail would probably be wagging too, but Emmaâs lucky enough to be a regular person so instead she just jerks to attention from across the Pitt, head whipping up. She imagines itâs almost as embarrassing.Â
Dana crooks a finger at her from the nurseâs station, chin dipped and glasses slipping low on her nose. Emmaâs moving before she even realizes, ducking behind Jesse as he moves an empty gurney.Â
âYes maâam?â
Danaâs face scrunches up and she leans back dramatically, clutching a hand to her chest. âOh, oof, donât make me feel old, kid. Dana, please.â
âSorry. Dana.â
âYouâre fine, sweetheart.â Dana smiles again, stepping back from the short wall and confidently falling back into one of the rolling chairs behind the desk. Itâs honestly the most relaxed Emmaâs seen her so far â actually, it might be the first time sheâs seen the charge nurse even sit. It makes her blink for a second, shifting on her feet.Â
âUm.â
Dana huffs a laugh, shifting forward to set her feet more firmly, legs still spread. âYour hair is all in your face, honey. You canât be working like that. Itâll take just a minute to fix, so come on, yeah?â
âOh, I canâŚâ She jerks a thumb over her shoulder, in what she thinks is the direction of the bathroom. âI can just fix it myself if itâs a problem.â
âNah, youâre good.â Dana pats her knee head rolling to the side. âIâll be quick.â
Emma hesitates for just a moment before she steps around the desk, stopping just in front of Dana. She shifts again, nervousness sparking in her chest. It feels like thereâs a frog in her throat. Dana has leaned back again, smirking as she looks up at Emma with her glasses still low. The look on her face makes Emma swallow thickly, face hot.Â
She sways a little in place, moving her weight from one foot to the other. âUm, should I justâŚâ
âSit, honey.â
Emma nods dumbly. âOkay. Okay, Iâll justâŚâ
She feels unimaginaby awkward as she clambers to the floor. Her limbs feel too long, too pointy, and she ends up sort of awkwardly crouched.Â
Dana snorts, covering her face with one hand and rubbing across her eyes. âYouâre fine, sweetheart. Just relax for a minute. Back to me, youâve got it.â
Emma thinks her face might burst into flames, but she easily follows the direction, turning until sheâs facing away from Dana and staring out the entrance to the nurseâs station. Itâs a quiet moment in the day, the first sheâs seen, but nobody is even glancing her way, which makes her feel a little better. She lowers herself softly to the tile, crossing her legs so sheâs sitting criss-cross-apple-sauce. She keeps her back stiff, shoulders low, trying her best to listen.
âGood,â Dana hums, and Emma canât help her small gasp when two hands settle on her shoulders, squeezing and making her duck her head just a bit. âNow, you got a comb in that little pack of yours?â
âActually, yes!â Emma nods, feeling like a bobblehead and doing her best not to flinch away from the touch. She breathes a tiny sigh of relief when Danaâs hands leave her. She closes her eyes for just a second, taking a deep breath to try and center herself.Â
Dana huffs, but Emma is pretty sure itâs amused instead of annoyed. âOf course you do. Alright, gimme a sec.â
Emma peers to the side to watch as Dana grabs her fannypack and digs through it. She canât help but blush â it feels oddlyâŚÂ personal to see someone dig through her bag like this, even knowing thereâs nothing particularly interesting in it.Â
Dana hums as she pulls out the small comb, patting Emmaâs shoulder again. âAlright, sit straight for me, honey.â
Emma sucks in a deep breath and straightens up as much as she can. Dana is quiet, tugging on each braid to pull them behind Emmaâs shoulders. When she runs her finger down the part of her hair and across her scalp Emma canât help her shiver.
Dana is quiet as she undoes the first braid. She doesnât take down all of Emmaâs hair at once, which she appreciates â it always takes her an annoyingly long time to get her part right and she was particularly meticulous about it this morning. Dana is quick and efficient as she works the purple comb through her thick tresses. She works a few tiny tangles out of the end of her hair, from where the hair was loose beneath the elastic, which sheâs slid onto her own thin wrist.
âYou have beautiful hair, honey.â
Emma jerks a little in place, blinking. âOh! Oh, thank you. I get it from my mom.â
âIt suits you.â
She can feel a growing warmth in a place she should definitely not be thinking about right now and it makes her shift in place. She canât see the other woman work, but Danaâs fingers move deftly as she begins to split the hair into three sections and start the braid.Â
âStay still for me, angel,â Dana says, humming quietly.Â
Emma lifts her eyes to the ceiling and tries not to cuss. She swears itâs like Dana is trying to work her up on purpose. Like the older woman took one look at her and instantly knew everything to say to make her flushed and- and wanting. Oh, gosh, she is so screwed.
The first braid is done quickly. Emma can feel that itâs neat, more secure against her scalp than her remaining, loosening braid. She feels more settled, she always does when sheâs just done her hair. Itâs just⌠she hasnât had somebody else doing her hair for her since high school. It makes her feel young, a little small.
âNext one now,â Dana says quietly and Emma nods. Dana huffs. âWhatâd I say about saying still?â
âSorry,â Emma says quickly, wincing and shrinking back a little. She can feel Danaâs calves on either side of her. âSorry.â
âDonât worry about it,â Dana runs her fingers over the other side of her hair once the braid is undone, taking a moment before she uses the comb. It makes Emmaâs stomach tighten, makes her bite the tip of her tongue. âI can already tell youâre a good listener, kid.â
That should not make Emma feel the things sheâs feeling. Not the nickname or the compliment. Gosh, she feels like a pervert.Â
It feels like the second braid is done more slowly. Like Danaâs fingers move a hair more tenderly, like each cross of one section of hair over the other takes just a breath to think about. Emma relaxes a little more in her spot, making her breaths as deep as she can without moving her head too much. Itâs the first real break she has all day, the first time she hasnât had to focus on memorizing something new or making sure she doesnât mess something up.
âThere we are,â Dana says quietly once sheâs tied off the end of the braid. âFeel better?â
âMuch. Thank you.â
âOf course, honey. Now, go ahead and turn around for me.â
Emma says a silent prayer for her own sanity, cheeks hot and flushed. She puts both palms on the tile floor, wincing at how filthy she knows it must be, and pushes up to turn herself around. She has to rest on her knees, Danaâs legs inching in just enough and leaving her without enough room to fully sit.
âGood,â Dana says quietly. She looks⌠amazing, really, from this angle. Emma has to squint a little as she looks up at the older woman, the bright lights behind her head glaring into her eyes. Dana tugs on the end of one of the braids, lips quirking. âHm. Cutie.â
Emma can feel the blunt edge of Danaâs nail when the charge nurse reaches forward and presses a finger to the top of her head, by her scalp. She holds her breath as Dana drags her finger down, tugging a curl loose. She does one at a time, eyes locked onto the bits of hair now resting on either side of Emmaâs temple.
Emma bites her tongue to keep from doing something ridiculous like moaning. âThank you.â
âAlright, now, one last thing for you.â Dana holds her hands out, palm up. âGimme your hands.â
âOh, uh, okay.â Emma follows the instruction, pressing their palms together. She canât help the little eep she makes when her arms are tugged high above her head, elbows straight.
âOh!â She gasps, leaning up on her knees a bit to alleviate the sudden stretch.
âNo, no, stay down, hun.â Dana clicks her tongue, squeezing Emmaâs hand a bit, and the younger nurse listens instinctively. It doesnât hurt but the position isnât particularly comfortable, and she winces a bit.Â
âCâmon, big stretch,â Dana mutters. Emma thinks she might pass out.Â
Itâs only when thereâs a soft pop in each shoulder, a quiet noise from Emma, that Dana lets her slowly lower her arms. âThere we go. Feel better.â
âYes. Yeah.â Emmaâs trying her best not to make a fool of herself, she really is, but gosh Danaâs still holding her hands cupped between their bodies. âThank you. I, uh, I really appreciate it.â
âNo problem, kid.â Dana winks. She pats Emmaâs hands once, then lets her go and scoots her chair back enough to give Emma room. âAlright, off you go. Go find somethinâ to do.â
âRight, right.â Emma pushes herself up as quickly as she can, catching herself on the edge of the desk. âYeah, of course. Iâll, um⌠Iâll see you around?â
Dana laughs, tipping her glasses up onto the top of her head. ââCourse, honey.â
Emma looks up to the ceiling as she skitters away. The odds of her surviving this day have just dropped dramatically.Â

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....the Doctor invented gloves to help the wearer hang on to anything. To negate everything that would force you to have to let go even when hanging on for dear life.
he is such a little shit /affectionate
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