cedar senai

forever and always {l.h}

A/N: wow so randomly last night i had the GREATEST (((worst))) idea of my entire life to write a one shot based off of the song ‘forever and always’ by parachute and i somehow managed to finish it even tho i literally murdered myself in the fukcnig PROCESS?!?! i’m not 100% on the ending bc i tried to make it meaningful but my brain is mush after writing this so lmao… i’m actually rly proud of this tho so ya this is me breaking my own heart and i hope u enjoy!! also, just a small ps: i’m a 17 yr old girl who has nvr gone to medical school, so i’m solely basing all i know off of greys anatomy (((lol)). i don’t even kno if “the surge” is a thing, but i made it one so ya :-) i advise listening 2 the song as u read maybe ??

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pairing: yn/luke 

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I read the story on 9gag a long time ago and it’s still sort of creepy.

“In June of 1972, a woman appeared in Cedar Senai hospital in nothing but a white gown covered in blood. Now this in itself should not be too surprising as people often have accidents nearby and come to the nearest hospital for medical attention. But there were two things that caused people who saw her to vomit and flee in terror.

The first, being that she wasn’t exactly human. She resembled something close to a mannequin, but had the dexterity and fluidity of a normal human being. Her face, was as flawless as a mannequins, devoid of eyebrows and smeared in make-up. That’s the other reason people were throwing up or fleeing in terror.

She had a kitten clenched in between her teeth, her jaws clamped so unnaturally tightly around it to the point where no teeth could be seen, the blood was still squirting out over her gown and onto the floor. She then pulled it out of her mouth, tossed it aside and collapsed.

From the moment she stepped through the entrance to when she was taken to a hospital room and cleaned up before being prepped for sedation, she was completely calm, expressionless and motionless. The doctors had thought it best to restrain her until the authorities could arrive and she did not protest. They were unable to get any kind of response from her and most staff members felt too uncomfortable to look directly at her for more than a few seconds.

But the second the staff tried to sedate her, she fought back with extreme force. Two members of staff holding her down as her body rose up on the bed with that same, blank expression.

She turned her emotionless eyes towards the male doctor and did something unusual. She smiled.

As she did, the female doctor screamed and let go out of shock. In the womans mouth were not human teeth, but long, sharp spikes. Too long for her mouth to close fully without causing any damage…

The male doctor stared back at her for a moment before asking “What in the hell are you?”

She cracked her neck down to her shoulder to observe him, still smiling.

There was a long pause, the security had been alerted and could be heard coming down the hallway.

As he heard them, she darted forward, sinking her teeth into the front of his throat, ripping out his jugular & letting him fall to the floor, gasping for air as he choked on his own blood.

She stood up and leaned over him, her face coming dangerously close to his as the life faded from his eyes.

She leaned closer and whispered in his ear.

“I…am….God….”

The doctors eyes filled with fear as he watched her calmly walk away to greet the security men. His last ever sight would be watching her feast on them one by one.

The female doctor who survived the incident named her “The Expressionless”.

There was never a sighting of her again.”

anonymous asked:

sooo i know you aren't writing calzona anymore (though i would love it if you did ;) ) but is there any way you can tell us headcanons you have about the stories you've already finished? Like maybe what happens in the future for the stories you've written? pretty please

I suppose I could dish on that. Keep in mind that I may or may not have spoken on this matter before regarding certain stories, buuuut I don’t remember what I may have said about them because it was definitely over 1.5 years ago. So, this is hereby the official future for all of my Callies and Arizonas - 

Best Laid Plans/Best Laid Plans: Expect the Unexpected:

Where we left off in the epilogue, Callie was pregnant with a baby, to be named Sofia Leigh Torres-Robbins. The two of them left their apartment (the one they moved into together in BLP, and continued to reside in through BLP2) and bought a house on Beacon Hill about a year prior to Sofia’s birth. 

Arizona continued to work at Boston Children’s Hospital, while Callie worked at Mass Gen (and continued in a softball league where they would eventually become the captains of their respective teams). When Sofia was 3, they had another baby, this time a boy named Ethan Timothy Torres-Robbins. Callie carried again, though this time they used Arizona’s egg. And Sofia and Ethan would alternate which mother they cheered for during said softball games. 

Callie eventually built a closer relationship with her mother, though nothing was as close as their relationship with Arizona’s parents, who moved to Boston to be closer to the family after Daniel retired (shortly before Ethan was born).

Fractured: this doesn’t differ all too much from canon, as it was written with canon events

Callie and Arizona would have stayed in the house they bought at the end of the story, when they had rebuilt their relationship. They would have had a second baby that Arizona carried to term, another girl, named Isabella Danielle. Callie would have remained the head of her department, and Arizona would have maintained her role as the head of pediatric surgery, though not fetal surgery, as my headcanon timeline does not fit in with that storyline. 

They lived happily ever after, together, in Seattle, raising their family and being boss ass bitches at Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital.

It Happened One Summer:

Callie and Arizona lived together in the apartment that Callie’s parents bought for her to attend Stanford. They both graduated from Stanford, and completed their residencies at Stanford Hospital. 

As Callie remained close to her parents, and Arizona was very close to both Tim and Alex even after she moved, they made the decision to move back to Florida once Arizona had completed her residency. Every once in a while, during a blue moon (and a night off from the hospital), Arizona could be found bartending at the Just Cause. For memories sake. 

Arizona was the first one to propose having a baby, a few years after their move back to Florida, and she carried their IVF twins. Who happened to both be boys, named Daniel Alexander (middle name after Callie’s grandfather, though Alex will always say it’s for him) and Benjamin Tomas Robbins-Torres. 

Tim had a baby with a woman who was a one-night stand, and ended up having full custody of little baby Alicia, so she lived in Arizona’s old room in the house he shared with Alex. He and Alex realized quickly that single women were very much attracted to either of them with her. So Alicia unintentionally helped her dad and Alex attract women, and alternatively, got them mistaken for a really cute gay couple, doing a lovely job raising their daughter. 

Fates Collide

As stated in the finals paragraphs of the last chapter, Arizona became a successful lawyer, specializing in family law. She became the youngest partner at a big name firm in New York City. Though she did eventually leave to become a judge, in her mid-fifties. Her relationship with her parents remained estranged, but she was okay with that. 

Callie continued on Broadway, winning 4 Tony awards (one of which as best featured actress in a Spamalot revival ;) ). She retired from the stage in her early 40′s, but worked in workshops with young, up and coming actors until she was older. She and Addison remained close, and she built a new relationship with her sister, though never with her parents. 

In their early thirties, Callie and Arizona ventured into having a baby. They’d been together for nine years prior, and had thoroughly debated whether or not to even have a child. Both of them were very busy with their careers and were unsure of being parents, due to their own less-than-ideal relationships with their respective parents. 

Their daughter, Lyla Madison Robbins-Torres was born, and she remained their only child. She was raised in the apartment over the bookstore, much to the chagrin of the crochety owner. 

Along For the Ride:

After graduating from Johns Hopkins, Callie and Arizona moved to California to complete their residencies together. This was when they first moved in together, as well, as Arizona continued to live with Alex and Callie continued to live next door with Elise throughout their remaining two years in med school.

They lived in LA throughout residency, Arizona working at Cedars-Senai Medical Center, and Callie at UCLA Medical Center. Following the completion of their residency, they made the joint decision to go to Africa and practice medicine/surgery there (as Callie never had the Botswana Peace Corps experience in this story, she wanted to have the experience). 

After several years, they returned back to the states and traveled for a few months, and in that time, they got married. It was a small ceremony, with only their family members, Alex, Addison, and Elise attending. 

They then relocated to Seattle Grace Hospital, where they spent the rest of their careers, happily traveling together whenever they had the time. (this is the only universe where they do not have any kids! but instead are glamorous, doting, successful aunts to their families’ offspring)

Time After Time:

Callie and Arizona remained at Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital throughout the rest of their careers. They never broke up again, neither cheated or had any other shitty relationships, as they were devoted to one another following their second marriage. 

They raised Sofia together, and supported her hopes and dreams (though when she decided that she wanted to be an artist, they were both kind of worried, but still). 

They danced together at her wedding, and as Unchained Melody played in the background, they were both so incredibly happy that they ended up together. Because there really wasn’t ever anyone else. 

His world falling apart (part 1) is

Do you know that feeling you get when something’s about to go wrong? It’s not anything specific, it’s just this gut wrenching fear that something bad is about to happen? It had been bothering him all day and when his phone rang, his heart started beating faster. It was Karlie. Why would she be calling him? She never called him unless it had something to do with Taylor. Oh no.

Maybe he was overreacting. Taylor could have forgotten her phone at home or her phone died. He decided he wouldn’t speculate. After all, phone calls didn’t last long enough for him to think about all the possibilities.

“Hello?” He answered the phone, sitting straight on the couch. He breathed in heavily.

“Adam? I need you to listen to me and not panic, okay?” Something was wrong, he was right about that feeling he had since he woke up that morning. Karlie sounded as if she was about to cry and he didn’t like the sound of it.

“What happened?” He asked nervously. He was sure his heart was about to beat out of his chest. It had something to do with Taylor, he was sure.

“It’s Taylor. There’s been an accident.” No. No no no no. He never wanted to hear those kind of words. He would never wish them upon anyone. An accident. Taylor. His Taylor. Oh god his chest hurt. He closed his eyes and stayed paralyzed for a few seconds. “Adam?” Karlie called out for him. He snapped out of his trance and got up, ready to get out of the door.

“Where are you?” He asked, grabbing his car keys and sprinting out of the door.

“Cedars Senai hospital.” He got into his car and started the engine. His ears were buzzing. He couldn’t think about anything else other than getting to her. The world around him disappeared, he was sure he had run though a couple of red lights. He didn’t care though. He didn’t know what he would do if she didn’t make it. But he didn’t know anything yet. He didn’t know her condition.

His eyes travelled over to the radio. Should he turn that on? He did. Oh what a big mistake. “This is just in. Taylor Swift was in a car crash earlier today with friends Karlie Kloss and Cara Delevingne. The singer was rushed to the hospital right away while her friends weren’t badly hurt. The singer was driving the car which was the side that was hit by another car. We’ll have more information later today. Stay tuned.” The radio host said. He didn’t notice he was crying until his vision was blurred. She had to be okay. Please she just had to be. He never cried for someone before like he was crying for her now. He took deep breaths to try to calm himself down.

When he arrived at the hospital, he ran through the door to the receptionist. “Taylor Swift.” He said to the lady behind the desk.

“I’m sorry, sir but I’m not allowed to give you any information on her.” The lady told him, emotionless without even looking up from the computer. Oh for fucks sake, he needed to get to his girlfriend.

“No, you don’t understand. I’m her boyfriend.” He argued frustratingly, running his hand through his hair.

“Yeah right, you’re also the third guy who said that to me today.” The lady looked up disapprovingly. But then she actually looked at his face. “Wait! You’re Calvin Harris right?” He nodded rapidly. “My son’s a big fan. Follow me, please.” He sighed in relief. She got up and he did as she said. They walked into the waiting room and he immediately noticed Karlie sitting in a chair. She stood up and walked over to him, giving him a quick hug.

Karlie guided him to a chair and they sat down, next to Cara. “What happened?” He questioned, anxiously. Karlie gulped slightly.

“We were driving to Taylor’s house and a car came out of nowhere. Taylor was driving and the car hit her side.” A tear rolled down her cheek as she explained everything to him. “She’s in surgery. They told us they don’t know what’s going to happen today.” She sniffled. They don’t know what’s going to happen today…does that mean she might not make it? No don’t think about that, he thought to himself.

“How long has she been in there?” He quavered. He didn’t want to think about her being hurt. It made him absolutely sick that the woman he was in love with, the woman he imagined a future with was currently in a surgery room while doctors tried to keep her alive.

“A couple of hours. I’ve called her parents. They’re flying here tomorrow.” He tried to control his breathing but to no avail. Tears were spilling out of his eyes and he felt hopeless. There was nothing he could do now. He leaned back against the chair and closed his eyes. All he could see was her face. He couldn’t even imagine living without her now.

A few hours later a doctor came in calling out her name. He instantly stood up, almost running to the doctor. “Are you family?” The doctor inquired. Calvin was about to speak but Cara cut him off.

“He’s her husband.” Cara told the doctor. She knew they wouldn’t tell him anything unless he was her husband or family. She shot him a look so he would go along with it.

“Alright. I’m Dr. Ellington and I’m taking care of Taylor today.” He introduced himself. “Her situation is tricky I’m not going to lie to you. The car hit the drivers side. Broken glass penetrated through her chest and we are trying to carefully remove it. She also broke her leg since it was stuck. We found some internal bleeding and a bigger piece of glass punctured her left side. We are not even half done with a surgery yet. This will take a long time and we’re not sure if she can handle this. I’m sorry. We’re trying everything that we can.” The doctor informed them. Calvin felt like falling to his knees and breaking down. They’re not sure if she can handle this. She has to. She’s a fighter. She can’t just go down like this, right? She has millions of fans who love her, she has him. She can’t leave this world like this. They have things to do, places to see. The tears wouldn’t stop spilling now. This wasn’t a dream. It was reality.

His mind wandered to that morning when they woke up. Her head on his chest, her beautiful blue eyes looking up at him. It was such a good morning.

//flashback//
“Good morning, love.” He smiled at her. She kissed his lips sweetly before grinning at him.

“Good morning, baby.” She held him a little tighter and sighed blissfully. She was so happy with him. Happier than she had ever been before. “I’m hungry.” She giggled against his chest and told her to get up. She put on his shirt from the night before and they walked to his kitchen together. He made her breakfast while she sang something under her breath. Probably a new song she had written.

He decided he loved everything about her, everything about being with her. They could be doing something separately like they were right then and he would still find things he loved about that moment. Hearing her soft breathing behind him, the occasional giggle indicating she was probably on tumblr. He loved everything about being with her.

“There you go.” He set two plates of eggs and bacon on the table and stared at her.

“Do I have something on my face?” She teased him smirking at him. He laughed.

It was quiet for a few seconds before grabbed her hand. “I really do love you.” He told her softly and she leaned in to kiss his lips.

“I love you too.”

//

Her words echoed in his mind. Please let her be okay. She is his world.

The hours passed by as he sat in that waiting room, watching each person, each with a different kind of pain than his and hers. Please let her be okay.

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To be continued…

Hope you guys like this :)

The Expressionless.

In June 1972, a woman appeared in Cedar Senai hospital in nothing but a white, blood-covered gown.

Now this, in itself, should not be too surprising as people often have accidents nearby and come to the nearest hospital for medical attention, but there were two things that caused people who saw her to vomit and flee in terror.

The first being that she wasn’t exactly human. She resembled something close to a mannequin, but had the dexterity and fluidity of a normal human being. Her face was as flawless as a mannequins, devoid of eyebrows and smeared in make-up.

There was a kitten clamped in her jaws so unnaturally tight that no teeth could be seen, and the blood was still squirting out over her gown and onto the floor. She then pulled it out of her mouth, tossed it aside and collapsed.

From the moment she stepped through the entrance to when she was taken to a hospital room and cleaned up before being prepped for sedation, she was completely calm, expressionless and motionless. The doctors thought it best to restrain her until the authorities could arrive and she did not protest. They were unable to get any kind of response from her and most staff members felt too uncomfortable to look directly at her for more than a few seconds.

But the second the staff tried to sedate her, she fought back with extreme force. Two members of staff had to hold her down as her body rose up on the bed with that same, blank expression.

She turned her emotionless eyes towards the male doctor and did something unusual. She smiled.

As she did, the female doctor screamed and let go out of shock. In the woman’s mouth were not human teeth, but long, sharp spikes. Too long for her mouth to close fully without causing any damage…

The male doctor stared back at her for a moment before asking “What in the hell are you?”

She cracked her neck down to her shoulder to observe him, still smiling.

There was a long pause, the security had been alerted and could be heard coming down the hallway.

As he heard them approach, she darted forward, sinking her teeth into the front of his throat, ripping out his jugular and letting him fall to the floor, gasping for air as he choked on his own blood.

She stood up and leaned over him, her face coming dangerously close to his as the life faded from his eyes.

She leaned closer and whispered in his ear.

“I… am… God…”

The doctor’s eyes filled with fear as he watched her calmly walk away to greet the security men. His last ever sight would be watching her feast on them one by one.

The female doctor who survived the incident named her “The Expressionless”.

There was never a sighting of her again


(On a side note. This one actually messed with me. After reading this pasta, I had a series of nightmares with a new creature. I can tell you guys what occured in these dreams if you want. Leave a note or a message and I’ll put it up with CreepyFriday’s stuff. Once again, credit goes to the author.)