Summary: Alex doubts reader’s abilities as a female doctor….until he needs her more than he thinks.
Word Count: 1157
Warnings: Mentions of blood/gunshot wounds.
Disclaimer: This is my first ever Dunkirk fic and I’m still trying to get the diction of an English accent in here, so don’t shame my first attempt. I’m American as hell. Let me know what you think and keep sending requests.
The young doctor looked at the chart in her hand as she sped-walked down the hallway towards the room where she was needed. It’d been an unusually slow day in the medical bay, and the stitches she was about to give were the most serious issue they’d had all day.
She pushed aside the curtain and entered the room where a man lay, his eyebrow bandaged up.
“Alex Baker?” she asked the man, who glared at her.
“For tha last fuckin’ time, I need a doctor, not another nurse,” he said, looking irritated.
“I am a doctor,” Y/N answered, pushing a piece of her behind her ear. “Doctor L/N. You need some stitches.”
A/N; Our third spooky smutty installment for our Halloween Smut festa, that was extremely delayed lol Hopefully the wait was worth it~
Genre; Hella smut
Length; 11,000+ words aka long afjust like Xiumin’s d i c c
Kink(s); exhibitionism/public stuff, impact play, Daddy kink, a tad bit of blood play, etc
You pulled your sweater closer to your body to fight off the shivers that wracked your being. Mornings like these you often wished you were home, cuddled up to your cat reading through your grandmother’s old diaries. They were soft leather-bound books filled to the brim with your grandmother’s thoughts and spells. You were sure your beloved “Ma’s” soul was strung to those diaries, somehow. The pages lifted before your hand could move them. More often than not they would caress your palm as they turned, like small kisses. You should have bought one with you; it would have helped to pass the time.
The automatic A/C unit made the ICU cold during the early morning. Your only company were the nurses making super early rounds and the humming of machines that wafted out of patient rooms. Lights more often than not were off as patients slept, sometimes you could catch the sound of a prayer. Hospitals were a sensitive subject for you, you adored your work as a nurse, being surrounded by the flow of so much energy invigorated you. Still, there were the times when death’s icy cold fingers would rub down your spine teasingly as it went to claim one of the patients. You frowned at the thought of death. How many times had you felt that tickle across the nape of your neck or felt the air go still?
You eyed the clock wearily as the hand struck 7:00 AM. You rolled your neck searching for the source of its stiffness. You’d been sitting for too long. You rose from your chair at the nurse’s station and proceeded to walk the floor. The fluorescent lights that lined the hall buzzed, echoing in your ear, a reminder of the emptiness. The whiteness of the walls was blinding- making your eyes ache. A small pain started behind your eyes as you continued peaking your head in and out of patient rooms, checking charts and doing vitals. Most of the time patients responded well unless they were having an “altered mental state” moment. Even then, most of them were polite, just a bit stubborn about remaining still and receiving medication.
You sighed as you came upon room 722. You loved your job. Honestly, it fulfilled you in ways hard to describe in words, but sometimes, you struggled. This particular patient was cantankerous, jaded as if he’d lived a thousand lifetimes even though he was only 28. You had to psyche yourself to see him every time you came to his room. The sliding doors opened to reveal him sitting in the recliner. The clunky dialyzer buzzed, signaling its completion of therapy. You masked up and threw on a sanitation gown and gloves.
Hi Morgan, firstly THANK YOU for all your fics, I do enjoy them tremendously! 🤗💞💖❣️ Not sure if you will be able to do anything with this but i would love a grumpy/reluctant Santa Oliver meeting Christmas Elf/Angel Felicity & then *magic* happens! 😊🤗
I’m so happy to hear that you enjoy reading my fics! thank you for the prompt, I put a unique twist on it that I hope you’ll like :D
“I have to do what?” Oliver asked, straightening up in his seat in disbelief at what he thought he had just heard.
“Volunteer as Santa in the children’s wing of Starling General this month,” his mother repeated, her voice tired.
“Can’t you just write a check to the hospital instead?”
“Oliver. This is not about the hospital. This is about you peeing on a cop.”
“I was drunk.”
“And that’s supposed to make it better, how?” Moira took a deep breath to resettle herself. “It’s time you learned the world doesn’t revolve around you. Your father and I pulled some strings to make sure that this incident doesn’t go on record in exchange for you doing community service. I think the opportunity at the hospital will be perfect for you.”
By her facial expression, he could tell his mom was dead serious, but he still attempted one last ditch effort.
He stretched out on the couch nonchalantly. “I don’t have the body for Santa.”
“I don’t care.”
Okay. So that’s that.
“Cute scrubs Smoak.”
Felicity looked up from her chart at one of her fellow nurses and smiled. “Thank you. I got my mom into online shopping and these showed up on my doorstep the other day as an early Hanukkah present.”
Making her way down the hall towards the room that belonged to her first patient of the day, she overheard snippets of gossip among the nurses.
“Did you hear who’s Santa this year?”
“What? Like Oliver Queen, Oliver Queen?”
“I’d sit on his lap.”
“Me too girl.”
She rolled her eyes and entered her patient’s room.
Whoops I gif’ed again. A thrown together room and some blinking lights. On the walls is a star, palmistry, and zodiac chart. On the table some candles for work, who knows whats in the jars… yea! Super simple place to do some work :)
Please consider: there is at least one group of Unknowing students who have like a whole collection of reported "cryptid" sightings at Elsewhere U. Half of the sightings are blatantly descriptions of Jimothy. They probably blame aliens.
CANON. They’ve the whole fuckin always sunny in philadelphia mail room conspiracy chart shit in one of the study rooms. One of them stole one of Jimothy’s teeth from the protected room where the Forbidden Biologists study them and they’ve got at least nine conflicting theories on its material alone
Would you write about the RFA reacting to MC previously being in an abusive relationship, but she never tells them and then some how they find out?
I love this angsty-ish request, I’m a sucker for writing the RFA and friends as super protective over their lover! I appreciate your patience with me so to make up for it, I tried to make these a bit longer! Thank you for the request and I hope that you enjoy!! ^^
You and Yoosung were at the grocery store for your weekly visit
Yoosung could be a picky eater so he would sometimes stray away from you to look at different aisles that interested him
Today wasn’t a good day to do so because when Yoosung was walking back to find where you were with his bags of chips in hand, he froze when he saw who you were with
A tall man was firmly grabbing your wrist and harshly whispered rotten things into your ear, saying that if you screamed for help he’d kill you
Yoosung felt his blood boil as he threw the chips to the ground and ripped the man away from you, staring daggers into the man’s eyes as he threatened the man
“If you ever lay a hand on my girlfriend again I will destroy you. Leave now or else I’ll make sure you never walk again you piece of trash.”
As Yoosung spat his words, the man fled from the store leaving you shaken but quickly thanking Yoosung
After leaving he store, the two of you sat in the car as you explained the man was your ex-boyfriend who abused you verbally and on some days physically
Yoosung’s possessiveness started to seep through as he considered going out to murder the man but you laid a gently hand on top of his, telling him it wasn’t worth it
After that day Yoosung took you and himself to self-defense classes in case your ex-boyfriend ever tried anything again and the two of you would now be more prepared
Every night you would fall asleep with Yoosung’s warm arms around you as he would assure you that harm would never come to you again
Zen was excited as he held your hand, leading you to the entrance of a party celebrating another successful musical production
You seemed a little nervous but Zen lovingly kissed your cheek, reminding you that he wouldn’t leave your side that night
When the two of you got inside, it was a dimly lighted area, similar to a club, making you grasp onto Zen’s hand tighter
Zen gave your hand a reassuring squeeze and you felt yourself start to relax until you heard an all too familiar voice call your name
You turned around to see your ex-boyfriend looking a bit drunk making you yelp and hide behind Zen’s tall figure
Your ex-boyfriend tried to coax you with filthy lies about wanting to get back together with you because he missed you but you could see the hatred in his eyes, making you tremble behind Zen
He knew something was wrong so he politely told your ex that you weren’t feeling well and that he had to take you home
But your ex wasn’t having it, he roughing grabbed you by the waist and raised his hand ready to strike you until Zen punched the douchebag in the face
“Don’t you even dare think about touching my MC again got it? You will never see the light of day again if you even come near her, get lost you disgusting rat.”
Zen’s threat made your ex scurry away as you shakily thanked Zen
He carefully wrapped his arms around you and led you home, apologizing for everything and asking who your ex was
You explained to Zen that your ex-boyfriend wasn’t a very nice person, he would punish and belittle you if you even glance in another man’s direction
Zen tried to calm down his building rage but you reminded him that your ex was gone now making Zen feel slightly better
That night, you were showered with kisses by Zen and when you fell asleep in his arms, he called some of his old gang friends to deal with your ex as Zen vowed to always protect you from harm
Your cheery and bright attitude was something that Jaehee loved about you
But it seemed that you were more on edge lately and didn’t want to leave the house
Jaehee is typically a calm person but she was becoming flustered since you didn’t want to say what was wrong
One day, Jaehee went out to get some supplies and asked you to watch the cafe, which you hesitantly agreed to
Jaehee hummed happily to herself as she casually walked back to the cafe but she felt her blood run cold whenever she saw a man cornering you in the cafe through the window
She bolted into the cafe and shouted your name, causing both the man and you to look at her
The man slung his arm around you and roughly squeezed your shoulder, telling Jaehee that you and him were going to take a walk and chat
Jaehee could see the fear in your eyes so without thinking, she grabbed a cup of hot coffee and dumped in on his face
“Get the hell out of my cafe you scum bag. Run as fast as you can because I’m calling the police on you now you filthy jerk.”
The man cursed at Jaehee’s words and ran out of the cafe, making you sigh in relief
Jaehee helped you sit down, giving you a cup of calming tea as you explained that the man was your ex-boyfriend who you broke up with because of his abusive tendencies
He found out that you worked at the cafe with Jaehee and wanted to try and get back together with you
Seeing you so shaken up made Jaehee regret leaving you alone so she promised that your ex would never bother you again
Jaehee made you promise to tell her anytime something was wrong because this woman was never going to let you feel fear like that ever again
Jumin would often ask about your past relationships in hopes of learning from them and become a better boyfriend
But you would always quickly deny talking about your past relationships, usually quickly changing the subject
While Jumin found this strange, he figured he shouldn’t pry and tried his best to be more aware of your feelings
Jumin was always adamant about having security guards with you at all times but since it was the holiday season, they were short staffed
One night you were walking back to Jumin’s penthouse when you felt someone’s presence behind you, following you
You sent Jumin a quick text ‘Send help. Being followed.“ And when you hit send you felt the unknown person roughly spin you around
The man turned out to be your ex-boyfriend who shoved you into the entrance of the penthouse
Your ex furiously yelled at you for leaving him and grabbed your hair as he spat in your face
Just when he was about to drag you away, you saw your ex-boyfriend get knocked unconscious revealing Jumin with a metal baseball bat
“That’s what you get for daring to touch my MC. Security will come and take your sorry ass to jail you trash.”
You collapsed in Jumin’s arms and he ran his long fingers through your hair in a comforting way
Jumin carried you to the bedroom where he took off his work jacket and laid down next to you
You shakily explained to Jumin that the man was your ex-boyfriend who you broke up with because he abused you physically, verbally, and worst of all, once sexually
Jumin froze at your words but wanted to calm you down before he personally would destroy your ex-boyfriend’s life
From that day on, you never heard a peep from your ex again and you had a feeling Jumin did something but you didn’t ask
Jumin made more time in his schedule to spend with you because you are the most precious person in his life and no one ever laid a finger on you again
When Seven did his background search on you when you first entered the chart room, he knew something was wrong
Seeing your medical records made Seven wonder if someone had been abusive in your past since your injuries seemed similar to his and his brother’s injuries from the past
But Seven knew how sensitive the topic of abuse could be so he waited until you brought the topic up
So when he suggested going out on a date at a local restaurant, you were hesitant but eventually agreed
You were nervous the entire time making Seven ask multiple times if you wanted to leave
Before you could answer him, a man walked behind you and Seven as he shoved Seven to the ground and grabbed your wrist and started to drag you as you fought against him
Seven had no idea who this man was but seeing you in pain made him feel more anger than he felt in a long time
Using his agency training skills, Seven took the man down, throwing him to the floor and breaking the man’s knees
“Rot in hell you disgusting excuse for a human. I’m going to ruin you, you’ll never hurt my MC ever again.“
After getting his information, Seven held you close to him as he walked you both home
You apologized for not telling Seven sooner but the man was your ex-boyfriend who use to abuse you anytime you would leave the house without him
All of the pieces clicked for Seven as he smothered you with cuddles for the rest of the night, promising that your ex would never hurt you again
Seven taught you some self-defense moves in case he wasn’t around which would rarely occur since this boy was at your side to make sure no one would hurt you ever again
Soft rains falls from the sky as I sit in the living room with a cup of coffee. The soft and relaxing ticking of the wall clock is all I hear as I watch the rolling credits of Fifty Shades of Grey playing. I take small sips and enjoy the flavor of coffee in the afternoon. Shawn is due home in a few minutes. I don’t know which Shawn I will get today. Quiet Shawn , anxious Shawn , or lovey dovey Shawn . I presume the enthusiastic Shawn will be showing as his album dropped last week and has been topping the charts. The living room door opens and closes as I hear shoes and keys being put away.
“Y/N, princess what are you doing” Shawn asks as he lays his head in my lap. I run fingers through his hair as he stares up at me. I smile down at him setting the cup on the side table. Before I pulled on to the floor with Shawn on top of me. He leaves kisses all over my face and slowly down my neck.
“Shawn ….” I let out a low moan as he pulls away. Shawn gives me a kiss on the lips and gets up.
“Tease” I let out as I try and regain my breath once again. I see him approach the kitchen and turns around to look at me.
“Are you coming Y/N?” I get up and follow him in. He grabs me by the hips and sets me down on the countertop. A quick kiss to the lips as he departs from my hold. Pans are heard and the sizzling of the oil. I smell vegetables cooking along with some fajitas. Shawn grabs a bottle of beer and a white wine to accompany the meal he has prepared for us. I stare in amazement he sets up the plates with food piled up. Soon he starts chopping fruit into a bowl preparing fruit salad and adds yogurt. I grab his face once he is on my side and kiss lips. We smile into the kiss before I let him go back to finishing the meal.
“Hey Y/N come and eat” Shawn says while washing is hands and pulling me off the counter. He wraps his arms around my waist kissing neck slightly leading me towards the table. I move to sit on the chair next to his before he pulls me down on his lap.
“Tonight your seat is right here on top of me” I giggle and kiss he cheek as he digs into the meal. We eat in silence with Shawn occasionally kissing my neck between each bite of food he takes. I smile before digging into the fruit and yogurt. I moan between each chew I take. Shawn chuckles from behind and takes the yogurt from my plate.
“Hey there’s enough in the bowl for you Mendes ” I tell him playfully shoving his spoon away from my bowl.
“Well I made it for you Y/N. Now I decide when I can and cant take it from you” He replies back kissing me on the lips. We finish eating and clean the table. I was drying the dishes as Shawn washing them. Water droplets are left on my arm as I see Shawn with a smirk on his face. I grab the sink hose and aim towards him with a smirk of my own.
“Your going to get now” Shawn yells as he chases me around the kitchen with a towel in his hands. I feel sharp smacks to my ass as Shawn hits me with the towel. I slip on water on the floor as I run away from Shawn . Shawn try’s to grab on to me before I fall down causing him to fall along with me. We land on the floor side by side laughing.
“I love you, Y/N” Shawn says flicking water off in my face.
“I love you, Shawn ” flicking him back with water left on the floor. He reaches an cups my face starting a passionate kiss. He gets up first and holds out his hand to pick me up. I start walking up stairs as Shawn turns off all the lights downstairs. Shawn starts a bath and adds bubbles ‘to make it more romantic.’ He leaves the room as I enter the bathroom coming in seconds later with my favorite wine and white chocolate strawberries. I smile as Shawn undresses me slowly kissing my exposing skin. Shawn gets in the tub first holding out his hand to let me in.
“Thank you, baby” mumbling against his lips as I settle in between his open legs. We talk about his day and mine while we sip wine and blow the bubbles in each other’s face.
“I love you, Y/N and I will never get tired of saying to you. And each passing day I will show you how much I love you with small things like today. Each time more special then the last creating memories until we grow old together and talk about the good old days. Loving you is the best thing that has ever happened to me baby.” Shawn says kissing my lips and holding me closer to him.
“I love you, Shawn . I don’t think I can say anything as beautiful as your speech right now because you left me speechless. But to you I promise to shower you with more love each passing day. Appreciate your love like if it were the last day for us.” I feel tears cascade down my eyes and look back at Shawn who’s eyes are glossy. We stay in the bath a little while longer before retiring to our bed. Happiness is all I feel when I’m next to Shawn.
So I work in an emergency room as a medical scribe, basically I follow the doctor around to patient’s rooms and chart for them. I’m pretty much their assistant and am stuck up their assholes all day. 😇 ANYWAYS, I converted my doctor into a Larrie today and we started watching Harry videos in the middle of the ER. I think I’ve completed my life mission. 💙💚💙💚
(Based on this post. Sterek prompt, with a poor, grieving Derek who gets the safety and rescue he so desperately hopes for)
Derek sighs. The way to home from campus looks as unappealing as the stack of work that weighs down his bag. Snow and slush has filled the streets while he had been confined to the monotonic walls of the lecture room, coloring the ground with whites and grays and browns.
Things have been tough for a long time now. Ever since Laura was killed, her body buried underneath the old and dilapidated Hale house, Derek’s been all alone. Grieving, anchorless mess. The fact that his own uncle had taken his alpha’s life, someone that was supposed to be family, was such a big blow that Derek hadn’t even known what to do with Peter afterwards.
Not that he had to do anything. His uncle had been killed by a hunter, Chris Argent, after Peter had gone rampant and apparently turned a couple teenagers in his fury. At first, a glimmer of hope had burst in Derek’s chest. Other wolves, just as lost and clueless as he was. It could mean a new start of a pack, a new family. Someone to get to be in contact with, to rely on without having to give anything but love in return.
It… Did not happen.
The first boy that had been turned, the one with the slightly magical smelling friend, had rebuffed Derek so hard he was still blinking back tears whenever he thought of it. The second one he had approached from afar, but after getting the gist that the kid, Jackson whats-his-face was a self-entitled, rich and spoiled jock, Derek had turned on his heels and never looked back.
But even if he didn’t get to have a pack, his chest burning with longing and sadness so deep it ached whenever he saw the other wolves (The other kid, Scott, had turned into a true alpha, and had turned three other kids as well to join their pack. They looked happy.), at least he was safe in Beacon Hills from other hunters. Peter had killed Kate, Derek shuddering at the thought of her still roaming these streets, and Chris had taken the position of the local hunter, and had mostly only threatened Derek.
Apart from that one time that Chris and his goons had destroyed Laura’s Camaro, the only thing he had left of her. He had sobbed for the whole night, ready to curl into a ball and disappear, crawl into the grave with Laura’s body and hope Mother Nature would caress him into sleep so deep he’d get to see the rest of his family.
But one problem (among many others) that he had, was that Derek had no money. With Laura’s death, the human society unaware of her passing, since ‘werewolf territory death match’ wasn’t a viable explanation to the police, all of the money that their inheritance held was in Laura’s name. In Laura’s bank accounts. Derek had no access to those.
The only thing he had was the apartment Laura had rented, with a automatic payment contract to the monthly rent. Without an anchor, or at least a stable one, Derek was unable to get a job because he was so afraid he would fuck it up. He’d enrolled into Beacon Hills community college, because that too had been pre-paid, but other than the three pairs of henleys, two t-shirts, four pairs of boxers and one pair of jeans with his Converse shoes and Kånken bag, he virtually had nothing for himself.
He was piss poor, unemployed full-time student with no friends, no family and hunters that were ready to put him down with only a wrong twitch of the eye.
His life was a disaster.
Trudging through the melting snow, Derek listened to his stomach mourn for food. In three days time there would be a full moon, and in that time, the woods would be dangerous to hunt in. If he wanted food, he’d have to go either tonight, or tomorrow. He tskd, thinking of the pile of essays waiting for him.
Thank God he was allowed to hand write them. If he wasn’t, he’d practically have to live in the library or at the school campus, because he didn’t own a computer. Even his apartment held only one working lamp with a light bulb, an empty fridge and two towels. He did have a plate and a fork, as well as a meat knife he’d snatched from the outdoor diner that didn’t look close enough for their customer’s empty dishes.
When he nears his apartment, Derek stiffens. Someone is inside his apartment. Wary, he carefully steps the three sets of stairs up to his door, and listens. The burglar doesn’t seem to be doing anything though. Which makes sense. Derek doesn’t even own a bed, for Christ’s sake. He usually sleeps as a wolf on the floor.
He rattles the lock loudly, hoping for whomever it is that’s on the other side would take the hint and bolt. But the person doesn’t. Derek opens the lock slowly, letting the door creak from its hinges, and steps inside. He drops his bag near the entrance as he closes the door behind him and stares.
The stranger is standing in a what should be a living room, his back faced against the front door. And it is a he, Derek realizes. It’s the kid, the friend of that true alpha. He’d never gotten his name, though, but he could smell the sheriff and the kid shared a scent, so he knows he’s a Stilinski at least.
The kid turns slowly, his eyes wide as he locks them with Derek.
‘’Dude,’’ the teen says with a feeling. Derek can sympathize.
‘’This is where you live? There’s - There’s nothing here! I don’t even see a bed. Your fridge is so empty it doesn’t even have a light. Does any of your lights in this apartment work?’’
Confused, Derek quietly points to the one in the bathroom. ‘’That one works,’’ he says blankly.
‘’… Only that one?’’
‘’Uh,’’ Derek says, ‘’Yes?’’
‘’Dude,’’ the kid says with horror. ‘’What do you eat? You look like you have bones and skin, and… Stubble. Very manly and uh, wolfy, but not very nutritious.’’
Getting the wits of him, Derek scowls, growling a little. He crosses his arms. ‘’What are you even doing here?’’ he snarls. ‘’How did you even get in?’’
The kid looks unimpressed. ‘’I’m a cop’s kid. I know how to pick locks. Which, by the way, my dad’s the sheriff. He’s uh, in the know now. So.’’
‘’So,’’ the kid says, ‘’You don’t need to hide in a place like this anymore. We know you’re a werewolf, and the Argent douche is a hunter, but dad will keep you safe. He’s not letting Argent mess with any of us, so I’m sure he’d be happy to help you out too. So, you know, move to a better apartment, get some food and clothes and stuff.’’
Derek blinks. ‘’I live here,’’ he says, uncomprehending. He doesn’t have any money to get a better apartment. He doesn’t live this way because he wants to.
‘’Well, yeah, but can’t you like, move somewhere else? You have money, I know, because I, um, might have seen the police file and the um, amount of money you got from the uh …’’ Death of you family, the kid doesn’t finish, but Derek hears it loud and clear. He looks away, the loss of it all hitting him renew.
‘’I don’t have any money,’’ he grits out. ‘’My sister… She’s got it all.’’
‘’Oh, uh, cool,’’ the kid says, swaying on his heels. ‘’So where is she? Do you want me to help you find her?’’
Derek snorts humorlessly. ‘’I know where she is,’’ he murmurs, hugging himself. ‘’And that’s where I hope I would be too.’’
The kid blinks. ‘’…And where is that?’’
‘’In a grave,’’ he answers roughly, ‘’and all the better for it.’’
The kid takes a few fumbled steps backwards. ‘’She’s dead? She uh, who - ‘’
‘’My uncle,’’ Derek sighs, and suddenly he’s weary, defeated. He comes to the living room, charting away from the kid and slumping against one of the walls, sliding it down so that he’s sitting on the floor.
‘’Everyone is dead. There’s noone left but me.’’
The kid frowns, whispering, ‘’That’s rough.’’ He comes to sit next to Derek, mimicking his position. They’re both quiet for a while, the moon filtering through the curtainless window, revealing the dust speckles swarming the floor.
Abruptly, the kid stands up. ‘’I know what to do,’’ he says to nobody in particular, and then looks down at Derek and winks. ‘’Just wait here. I’ll be back.’’
The kid dashes to the door, only stopping to excitedly tell Derek, ‘’My name’s Stiles by the way. And I’ll be back so just sit tight, mister. I’m gonna - Yeah, this is going to be good, just wait - ‘’ And then he’s gone.
All that’s left of the guy is mixed smells that permeate Derek’s den. He waits a couple hours, but the kid doesn’t come back. So he goes to sleep, already regretting not getting any essays done. But that’s a problem for tomorrow.
When Derek gets home late the next day, there are strangers again in his apartment. This time it’s multiple someones. He doesn’t bother going quietly like last time, because he can smell the pack of wolves and they probably already know he’s coming.
Stiles is the one who opens the door before he has time to fish out his keys, and he’s beaming, ushering Derek inside.
Derek stops just shy of Stiles getting the door closed. He blinks dumbly at the sight that greets him. There are lights on everywhere at the apartment. There’s a fucking rug on his hallway, and he can see furniture in the living room, peeking from the corners. Stiles comes from behind him, pushing him more inside. At first he’s greeted by Sheriff Stilinski. The man is in his uniform, his face apologetic and reassuring.
‘’Mr. Hale,’’ he says, extending his hand. ‘’I have heard from my son that you are someone I can come to if I have any questions about the supernatural. I’ve been educated within the past four months, but information from a person who’s clearly more knowledgeable than my son’s friends or our town’s cryptic vet would be appreciated. And,’’ he says, bringing Derek into a comfortable hug, ‘’I’m very sorry for your loss son. I knew your family. If you ever need anyone to talk to, I’m always available.’’
Then the man extracts himself and offers a smile. ‘’And call me John, son. I’l be sure to have my number in your cellphone after tonight.’’
‘’Derek,’’ Derek says in response. ‘’And uh, I don’t have a phone.’’
‘’You do now!’’ Stiles pipes up. Derek looks over, and then he sees the herd of teenagers that are the wolves he’s been seeing around town.
‘’I’m Isaac Lahey,’’ the first kid, Isaac, says. ‘’Nice to meet you.’’ He doesn’t offer his hand, but nods shyly. Derek knows him. He’d listened to the kid get beaten up more often than not, and even went to threaten the kid’ father a couple times. It’s nice to see Isaac to not be in pain or scared.
‘’Derek,’’ he offers in response.
‘’I’m Erica, and this is my best friend Boyd,’’ the blond, white teen says, and points to the guy behind her. Derek nods at them.
‘’And I’m uh, Scott McCall. And I um, wanted to …’’ the kid whines in protest when Stiles jabs him in the side, but lowers his head. ‘’I’m sorry I was rude to you when we met. You tried to help me and I was being an idiot. I would like to start from a clean slate, and um, offer you a place in my pack. That is, if you want it.’’
Derek looks around. There are two sofas and a coffee table, a couple rugs and a bed. Even red curtains have made an appearance, and he can smell food in his kitchen that he knows wasn’t there before.
‘’Why all this? You don’t even know me. I don’t know you,’’ Derek says, baffled.
Stiles shrugs. ‘’It’s Christmas time and that is a time of giving? Because dude, I’ve seen you brooding away, thinking we don’t see when you look at us. I kind of know now what wolves need, and wolves need a pack. And you don’t have one. And we rejected you when you tried to form one with us, but we regret that. Because leaving someone alone after so much tragedy is, well, pretty much a punishable crime to me. So.’’ The kid spreads his hand. ‘’Here we are, if you want us. And you don’t even have to decide now. Just, think about it. Get to know us, let us get to know you. Let the odd ones gather into one big, smoochy family.’’
There are groans from the others, and the sheriff facepalms so hard, Derek hears the slap sound it makes, as the man’s palm hits against skin.
Derek hugs himself, already feeling a little bit better at having someone similar to him, someone with the same set of instincts than him be near him. Fill his den with their scents.
‘’I’ll think about it,’’ he promises, and Stiles fist pumps. Then the teens start carrying food from the kitchen, and Derek can’t help but think that, yeah. Maybe Laura will have to wait for awhile before Derek joins him.
Hey so I know this is kinda crazy but one of my friends just had a baby but didn’t know she was pregnant until she was in labor. It was insane. But baby and mama are perfectly healthy and he is a beautiful little boy :) So I was kind of wondering if you could do an imagine based on this? Maybe with Freddie, Auston, Willy, or maybe Alex Nylander! Thank you love you so much!! If not I totally understand and still love you 💗💗
Author note: of course! sorry it took so long. Hope you like it! Glad to hear that they are both okay.
I had missed my period for months at a time since I got it. So when I didn’t have it for a while. It wasn’t anything new. So, I brushed it off.
Though I got back pains and cramps, I brushed it off too, thinking it was just PMS, which I still got even when I didn’t have my period. I was gaining weight but didn’t pay mind to it. I mean it was probably just water weight.
Tonight, Alex had his first game with the Sabres as a signed NHL player. I stayed home because I got sick this morning.
Alex had asked my best friend to keep an eye on me.
As I was walking from the kitchen to the living room I suddenly felt a wetness go down my legs. Then I get the worst cramp of my life. I fell to the ground clutching my stomach. Tears falling down my face.
“Are you okay?!” My best friend asks as she rushes over to me. The phone already open so she could call 9-1-1.
“I’m gonna call an ambulance.” She says.
I let out another cry as the pain comes back a few minutes after the other one. Leaving me breathless.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were pregnant?!” She exclaims after she got off the phone with 9-1-1.
“Cause I’m not!” I exclaim back as another pain hits me.
“Yes you are. The ambulance is on its way.” She says sitting next to me.
“Call Alex.” I say wincing as the pain was lingering.
“Okay,” she says then we both hear the sound of an ambulance. She quickly rushes to the door.
She soon comes back followed by the paramedics.
“Ma'am, we are going to put you on the stretcher. Okay?” The paramedic asks. I see my best friend on the phone with who I presume to be one of Alex’s training staff.
Soon after I was being rushed through the hospital to the pregnancy ward. Which still confused me. I couldn’t be pregnant. He’s gonna hate me. we arent married and Alex and I are so young. We were careful. He’s gonna be so upse-.
My thoughts are cut off by an extremely bad pain in my lower stomach, sons after followed by another. The pain was getting worse. The tears were still streaming down my face. They put me in a room and hooked me up to an IV and some other machines.
I was scared and all I wanted was Alex. I didn’t know what was going on.
“(Y/N)!!” I heard a familiar voice yell, as I heard foot steps running down the hallway. Alex was half dressed only covered by his under armor. His hair sticking to his head.
“Are you okay? What’s wrong?” He rushes out as he sees me laying on the hospital bed. Tears and sweat covering my face.
“I don’t know.” I choke out. He grabs my hand and stands by the bed.
“Mrs. (Y/l/n)?” The doctor asks while entering the room a chart in his hand.
“What wrong? Is she okay?” Alex rushes, his eyes full of fear.
“Yes, she is perfectly fine, so is your child.” The doctor says.
“Wait…what?” Alex asks looking between me and the doctor.
“You wife her is pregnant sir.”
“You didn’t tell me.” He says looking at me with hurt in his eyes ignoring that the doctor called me his wife.
“I didn’t know either.” I reply followed by a blood curtailing scream, caused from the pain that seems to become more constant.
“We are going to move you into the birthing room.” The doctor says typing something into his pager.
Soon after, nurses rushed in, handing Alex, a hair cap, gown, and a face mask, as well as shoe cover things.
As I get rushed off Alex is putting the things on as he follows me. Never once leaving my side.
After they get me situated in stur-ups, they tell me it’s time to push. The pain just keeps intensifying. Alex holds my hand the whole time. Talking to me calmly through the whole thing.
After six hours Alex is holding our son, tears in his eyes and a smile on his face.
He soon after hands him to me.
“What do you want to name him?” Alex asks.
“You pick.” I tell him.
“You pick the middle name?” He asks, sitting next to me on the bed, his arm wrapping around me, his hand creasing our sons cheek.
“Okay, what’s his first name?”
“William.” Alex responds a smile on his face.
“What his middle name?” Alex asks
“Maximilian Alexander junior” I reply with a smile. While looking down at our son.
“William Maximilian Alexander Junior Nylander. I like the sound of that.” I reply with a smile.
“You know (y/f/n) (y/m/n) Nylander sounds really good too.” he says pulling a ring out of his shorts pocket, a smile covering his face.
“You gonna ask or just sit there holding a ring?” I tease him.
“Will you marry me?” He asks with a light chuckle.
“Hmmm….yes” I reply jokingly thinking.
Alex kisses me, sliding the ring on my finger.
“You should probably tell Willy.” I tell him.
“Already did.” He smiles kissing me again.
Though our son was unexpected, he truly was one of the greatest surprises of all time….
I craned my neck, to the left slowly, and then to the
right. “Mmmmmmm…” I mumble-moaned, trying to loosen and stretch my stiff
muscles. For once, I was at the tail end
of day shift. My normal hours would
often take me through the night into the wee hours of the morning, but today I
found myself battling piles of precariously stacked charts right into the dinner
hour, and I was feeling it. It was one
of those days where I felt it necessary to knock on wood, a catch-up day we
often called it, because so far, no crazy emergencies had come in. No crashes
or outbreaks, no crying parents or injured children or mass tragedies. Days like this were always a welcome relief,
and exactly why I could currently be found hunched over a mountain of paperwork,
rather than running around like the proverbial chicken with its head cut off.
Having said all that, it was becoming super obvious that food was going to be
necessary in very short order. And coffee. DEFINITELY coffee.
Summary: Bucky becomes enamored with you, a nurse for the Avengers. When you decide to date, you tell him about your daughter and that she will always be your number one. Bucky respects that and has come to find the sweetest love with you and your daughter.
The three of you sat down at an old diner that Bucky said he’d gone to in the forties, “They have the best burgers around with the most delicious milkshakes. I’ve been meaning to come back here, but ya know. Work.”
“So you work with the other Avengers too?” Anna asked.
Bucky nodded, “That’s right. We travel around the world beating bad guys and the likes.”
“Is it tiring?”
“Absolutely! And painful! Your mom could tell ya how many times I’ve gone in to see her and have her patch me up.”
You nodded, “Too many times to count.”
“So who’s your favorite Avenger, Anna?”
“Thor! It’s something about the eyes…the hair…and God, his muscles.” Anna started to swoon.
Bucky laughed, “Oh yeah? Ya think he’s goid looking?”
Before Anna could respond, a waitress came uo to take your guys’ orders, “Hiya, there! What can I get for you guys?”
Throughout the whole lunch, you watched Bucky and Annalise interact with each other. There was not a single moment of awkward silence between the two. You were so hooy that they were getting along.
“Yeah! And Katie dared me to jump from the branch and-” Anna paused to look at her vibrating phone, “Sorry, it’s my classmate. Is it okay if I answer it, Mom?”
“Go ahead,” you nodded. Anna slid out from the booth and walked some feet away to answer the call.
“So?” Bucky asked, “How am I doing?”
You smiled, “Perfect. She’s loving you already, I can see it.”
“Really?” Bucky’s eyes brightened.
Anna walked back to the booth and slid in with an upset sigh, “What’s wrong, kiddo?” Bucky asked.
“Jason can’t finish his part of the presentation that’s due on Friday. He’s in the hospital.”
“What’s the presentation on?”
“World War 2.”
“Well, Anna, today is your lucky day.”
“Wait, you’ll help me?”
“Of course! Can’t have you getting a bad grade.”
“Oh my Gosh!” Anna hopped out of the booth and hugged Bucky excitedly, “Thank you thank you thank you! You’re a life saver!”
“Not a probelm, kiddo.” He gave her a wink and you felt your heart swell with delight.
2 years. 2 years you’ve been with Bucky and you’ve never been happier. Bucky moved in with you and Anna. He and she were like two peas in a pod. They were constantly texting and snapchatting each other.
You were working on some charts in your room when Anna burst in, “Mom! Look what Bucky did to Sam!” She climbed onto your bed and showed you her phone. She clicked on Bucky’s icon and his snapchat story popped up. Sam was fast asleep on the couch in the current safe house they were staying at. Bucky was stacking cheerios on his head.
You laughed, “Sam’s gonna kill him once he sees this.”
Your phone began to vibrate and saw that Bucky was requesting to facetime. You accepted and watched as Bucky’s face came onto the screen. You had the camera facing you and Anna.
“Hey! How’s my two beautiful girls?!”
“We’re good. We both miss you a lot.” You said with a small pout.
“I know, babe. Things are going well so that means you can expect me in two days time.”
“And when you come home, we’re going ice skating right?”
“Well, I promised you, didn’t I, sweetheart?”
Anna squealed and clapped, “I’m excited! I can’t wait for you to come home!”
Bucky chuckled, “Neither can I, kiddo. Well, I have to go now. Just wanted to see your beautiful faces. I love you both! Bye!”
“We love you too!” You and Anna said in unison then ended the call.
The doorbell rang and you went down to answer it. You opened to find a delivery guy, “Miss L/N?”
“Package for ya, miss.” He handed you the package and had you sign it off.
“Thank you!” You shut the door and went to the living room.
“Who was it?” Anna asked as she sat next to you.
“A package, but I didn’t order anything. It doesn’t have a return address either.”
Anna shrugged, “Maybe Bucky decided to send something to you.”
“Likely.” As soon as you opened the package, a gas was emitted.
“What the-” Anna said but didn’t finish as both she and you collapsed onto the ground.
Minutes passed, the front door was kicked open. A small group of agents donning the infamous Hydra symbol filed in.
Behind them followed Brock Rumlow. He spoke into his earpiece, “We got ‘em.”
In the past two weeks, we’ve lost six patients. Unplanned. What I mean from that, I mean deaths with no impetus from hospice.
I was in the room twice when we had code blues. One with a 22 year old, another with a heart failure patient who went into a fib w/ rvr in the 200s.
The 21 year old died. It was the longest code I’ve ever been in. We coded for an hour. He was a sick boy. This kid came in with a blood sugar in the 1000s, his pH was 7.08, his liver was failing, he had an upper GI bleed, his kidneys were shot (pre-renal), and he was in severe sepsis.
We intubated when he came up, and then we placed lines (art and central) and put him on flo-track to get numbers–cardiac numbers like SVR and PAs. So we got them and of course couldn’t get reliable numbers bc one, the central line was through a femoral central line, and two, we all know that femoral central lines won’t read CVPs accurately.
So this was around 3am. Fast forward to 7pm when I get to my unit after a restful four hours of rest. I look at his monitor, his HR was in the 170s, on three pressors (Levo, neo, vaso), his central got replaced for a dialysis cath, CRRT ready to be started, and five family and friends at the bedside with ~30 others in the small 20 by 15 ft waiting room.
I clock in early with my orientee and we go into the room to introduce ourselves. We didn’t get report yet, and we were just assessing everything, looking at his chart in the room. I see his art line waveform start to dampen. I press the BP button, throw some gloves on and feel for a pulse.
NO PULSE, CODE BLUE I yell. My orientee grabs the crash cart, the bed flattens down and I start compressions.
We go for an hour.
One hour, compressions, pulse checks, multiple rounds of epi, multiple rounds of bicarb, three shocks, sore muscles, limited number of compressors, crying family members, 50 people on our floor, family standing from afar, sitting everywhere.
time of death, 2016.
There were at least 100-150 people who came to see this kid that night. It was a parade of them. All very nice people. People of the south Asian Christian community. A text message had went out to the whole Chicago Indian community about this kid. It was beautiful. But it was tragic. Feeling that warmth and closeness of the community tore at my heart. I felt for those people. His mother. His brother. His elders. I sobbed in the stairwell. It was a tough…
But life goes on. Not for this kid. He’s probably dancing in paradise somewhere. Probably drinking a beer with some other kids that were taken too soon. No more suffering for him.
The team work on that floor was amazing. All of us new nurses. But with more experience. Me, 4 years. My charge 3 years, two just right out of orientation. It felt cohesive. It felt right, and we did our best.
Nursing. What a brutal profession. But we came to this profession for a reason.