hospital cafeteria

things that have That Feeling

u know the one

• gas stations after midnight

• when you have after school practice in winter and it’s dark and raining when you leave (my favorite thing tbh)

• pumpkin patches

• hospital cafeterias

• walking around the back of a park/behind fields

• firework shops

• planes at night

• shops downtown

• the drive to and from a concert

• christmas tree lots at night

Spirit in the House - chap 9/10

Modern!AU Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Reader is in a coma after a car accident. Bucky moves into your apartment and find your spirit still hanging around. (Based on Just like Heaven)

Word Count: 1,823

Warnings: Language, Angst 

A/N: I’m so happy you all liked part 8 and we’re nearing the end, so… are they going to end up together or not? Sorry, but I do love you guys ♥

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Part 8] [Part 9] [Part 10]

Originally posted by iamdorka

Bucky shoved Steve’s shoulder to wake him up. With a grunt, Steve slapped his hand away. He almost fell off the sofa, but Bucky kept shaking his shoulder.

“Wake up!”

Steve sat up on the sofa, holding his head with both hands. He winced at Bucky’s loud voice and rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands.

“Shh! Stop shouting.” Steve whispered.

“Y/n is gone, I can’t find her anywhere.”

“Maybe she just went for a walk.” He mumbled, hiding his eyes in the crook of his elbow

“She doesn’t go anywhere, Steve! She’s a fucking ghost!” Bucky screamed.

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Someone to Stay - AU

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Chapter 4

At noon, Claire found a spare moment to grab her mobile and text Geillis, on the off chance that she would be on break too. 

traitor. what did u say to him about me?

She waited a full twenty minutes before the phone buzzed in reply.

technically, nothing. i told Rupert, ye ken? ;)

what did u say specifically to Rupert then?

oh, only that you workd at the University College Hospital A&E, 235 Euston Road, London, NW1 2BU. ur lucky i didn’t give him your home address. 

Claire gripped the phone, mildly wishing it were Geillis’s neck. So throttling it was, not hugging as previously considered.

well, he showed up here. chased frnk away, as it were, nice surprise. and he asked me out for coffee.

!!!!!!!!!!!! :O :O

TECHNICALLY, dinner, but i’m afraid i can only do coffee. For now.

claire, i must get back to wk, but i am calling you later. don’t even think about not taking my call. OK?!?!?!!!

Claire allowed herself a small grin. alright, we’ll talk later.

She put her phone away, but it buzzed one more time.

u must name one of ur future bairns after me!

Claire stuffed the wretched thing in her pocket and walked away, leaving all thought of blue-eyed, red-haired children behind.


The lavender sweater hung inside her locker, while Claire just stared at it. It was 5:45, and Jamie was due in fifteen minutes. Should she change out of her scrubs, put a bit of makeup on, or just stroll out in her nurse-wear, tennis shoes, and tangled curls?

“Why am I even debating this?” Claire muttered to herself, before slamming the locker door shut with a clang. After washing her hands at the sink, she pulled a hair tie out of her purse, making a messy bun on the top of her head. If Jamie was the sort of man that cared much about a woman’s appearance, then she wouldn’t want to go out with him after this anyway.

In her navy pea coat, Claire stepped out of the hospital, bundling herself against the chill in the air. At six on the dot, Jamie turned the corner, in a simple white t-shirt, jeans, and that damnable leather jacket. Noticing Claire immediately, his face broke out in a sunny grin; he came right up to her and gave her a brief peck on the cheek.

“Hello, Claire. I’m glad to see ye didna change yer mind.”

“Hi, Jamie,” Claire managed, still a little stunned at his greeting. “I almost did, just now, wishing I had worn something else. You look very… well, James Dean comes to mind.”

He laughed, deep bass and staccato. “Ye look lovely. I’d love for people to see I’m out with a  doctor.”

“I’m not a doctor,” Claire amended with a smile.

“Not yet.” Jamie extended his hand toward the street. “Shall we?”

That hand found its way to the small of her back, there but not touching, and Claire did not know what to make of it. She imagined it was him not pushing himself on her, letting her take the lead—and she liked him for it.

In shy, comfortable silence, Claire walked them to a nearby café she frequented with the other nurses. They sat across from each other and ordered from the waitress, black decaf for her, and cream and sugar for Jamie.

“Could we get some scones with clotted cream please?” Claire asked. The server nodded with a smile and swept away to fetch a plate. “They’re absolute heaven,” she explained to Jamie, helping herself to a steaming scone.

“Did ye eat properly today?” Jamie probed. “Seems like they work ye to the bone.” 

Claire smiled. “I had a sandwich from the hospital cafeteria.”

“I’ll no’ have ye go hungry. Please, let’s order something more.” He raised his hand to signal their server, but Claire brought it back down. A tingle shot across her skin and she withdrew hastily. 

“Perhaps later.” So you are considering a ‘later’, a voice piped up in her mind. Claire shut down this inner monologue with a long sip from her cup.

“So Claire…” Jamie brushed his hand against the back of his neck; this was a gesture she had seen before and thought oddly endearing. “I’d like to apologize for asking yer friend Geillis for information on where to contact ye.”

“Oh.” Claire blinked. “There’s no need really.”

“She told me ye changed yer number ye see,” Jamie continued, with red-tipped ears. “And I certainly wasna goin’ to show up unannounced at yer doorstep.”

“It’s fine. It’s nice to see you again.” She looked down at the table and breathed deeply. “I guess you should know what took me to that bar in the first place, weeks ago.”

“Only if ye care to tell me. I assumed Frank did something bad.” He stirred another sugar in with a nod for her to continue—if she wanted to.

“Frank cheated.” Claire swallowed hard. “I caught him in the act, you know—” here Jamie winced in sympathy—“and I fled to Edinburgh to see a friendly face. Geillis helped me drown my sorrows.” 

“And then, like a wee idiot, I asked ye backstage and you thought I wanted—“

“I admit, I was a bit flattered.” Claire grinned, remembering. “Mostly annoyed though.” 

“Were ye?” Jamie’s eyes gleamed, teasing. His hand lay close to hers on the table. Her fingers twitched involuntarily, and she took the spoon off the saucer instead. The waitress refilled their cups and lay down a fresh plate of scones.

“A bit.” Claire inhaled the sugary yeast of the bread, the sharpness of the coffee, and the spicy scent that was him. “It’s been a month. And you were right, it’s still raw and hurting. Less than yesterday, but more than tomorrow.” She tried to keep the bitterness from her tone, and almost succeeded. Her eyes met his honest, open gaze and she thought he understood.

“I suppose that’s how it goes. One day at a time.” Jamie squeezed her hand briefly, unawares, and too soon let go.

Flustered, she bit into a warm scone and licked the crumbs off her lips. “Tell me about your tour, then. Seemed like an awful lot of cities in such a short time.”

“It was hellish betimes, lass. It helps that we are all genuinely good mates and we love what we do. Ian’s my brother-in-law, ye ken?”

“I didn’t! He married your…?”

“Sister. Jenny. I’m an uncle four times over. They’ve managed to carry on despite the long distance.” Jamie’s blue eyes sparkled in remembrance of his nieces and nephews.

Claire smiled and raised her cup to the mysterious Jenny. “Absence makes the heart grow fonder.”

“Aye, and abstinence too, apparently.” The Scottish burr of rolling r’s ensnared her into a feeling of warmth and security long forgotten. Claire laughed, and it felt good to laugh, openly and truthfully, cleansing her heart.

Jamie took a bite of a scone liberally spread with cream. “Ian’s always been by my side. We’re childhood friends, and wi’ Jenny always about, it only seemed natural for them to get marrit.” When he spoke with emotion, his accent got thicker, she noticed.

“And the rest of the band?”

“Cousins. And our manager is our uncle, Murtagh,” said Jamie.

“All in the family indeed. And why music? Don’t get me wrong, you’re very talented,” Claire clarified as Jamie cleared his throat in amusement.

“Even though ye had never heard of us before?” His eyes gleamed with humor.

“Geillis would have told you, of course.” Claire blushed.

“Weel, my da took me to a concert when I was eight years old, to see U2. They played in Edinburgh at Murrayfield Stadium. The first notes began and it was puir magic—how everyone responded and I thought, I want that someday.”

Another comfortable silence stretched between them. The sky outside had darkened rapidly into November night. Small flakes were falling; they melted as soon as they brushed against the window. It had been an hour—or perhaps two, Claire wasn’t keeping track, to be honest—and even more surprisingly, she didn’t want to leave.

“And ye, why nursing?”

“I suppose I like helping people. I was always fascinated by the first aid tent at Uncle Lamb’s expeditions and digs. He was an archaeologist. I had a most unusual upbringing.” Claire grinned into the dregs of her coffee when Jamie looked taken aback. “I know how to dig latrines and light fires and the proper procedure for cataloguing priceless ancient artifacts.

“But it was healing that attracted me. When men from the dig would come in, hurt or sick, and I could help do something for them. And I hope to continue doing that, when—if—I get into medical school.”

Jamie tapped her hand with a long finger. “So ye are plannin’ to be a doctor! I knew it! It’s a relief, bein’ certain about what it is we want to do in life, isn’t it?”

“Frank always said he was jealous, that I’d always known what my calling was,” Claire said. “He wasn’t always an arse.”

The waitress came over with the check and an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry to toss you out, but we’re closing soon. Would you mind cashing out with me? You don’t have to leave yet, though.” Jamie gave her a dazzling smile and pulled a £20 note.

Noting Claire’s glance at the bill—far too much for what they had consumed, even with tip—Jamie explained, “I always felt guilty about spending hours and hours at cafés in Scotland and only drinkin’ water. Now that I can, I like to make it up to others.” He put the money on the small tray and told the waitress to keep the change.

That brought to mind their previous coffee encounter. “If the tour’s over, why are you in London then?” Claire asked.

“Och, I live here,” Jamie answered.

“I thought you said you lived on your family’s farm, Lolling- something?” Claire said, confused.

“Lallybroch,” Jamie corrected gently. “Aye, that’s home, but not where I live. Verra important distinction.” He tried to wink, but was apparently incapable of it; he managed to blink with both eyes and nod at the same time, which made Claire burst out laughing again.

Seizing her hand suddenly, he looked eagerly into her eyes. “A friend of ours, Hugh, owns a bar here, Duke’s. He’s asked us to play this weekend, and we said yes, as a surprise for his patrons. He’s a good lad, he gave us one of our biggest breaks early on.”

Claire sat unmoving, staring distractedly at their hands together and trying not to notice that tingling sensation that seemed to develop whenever their skin came into contact. Trying not to get caught in the intense azure of his gaze which she was studiously ignoring. If she looked, she would say yes. Yes to anything he suggested or wanted. And it felt like too much, too soon.


“Come. Please. I’d really love for ye to be there, Claire. Bring Geillis if ye like—I know Rupert would.”

“I don’t know.” Don’t do this. Don’t do this to me. “It seems complicated. I mean, you’re James bleeding rock-star Fraser and you seem all kinds of perfect. I can’t deny you’re attractive. That I’m attracted to you.” Just say it. “I’m drawn to you—this—whatever this is. But my head… it’s not there yet.”

Jamie’s thumb circled her palm, eliciting uninvited sparks. “And yer heart?”

Claire flushed red. “Oh, Jamie.”

“I’d like to try for it. As long as it takes. I’ll be here—you can have whatever you need from me. I’ll wait, Claire. I’ll stay.”

A-hole surgeon

Here’s my story on getting back at this prick surgeon. Backround: I am an anesthesiologist, and back when I was doing my residency training there was this loud-mouth prick orthopedic surgeon at the hospital I worked. Let’s call him Greg. He was always bitching about anesthesia delaying him, was never happy, and talked in this loud abrasive tone. Basically treated everyone like peons around him. One day I was in his room wearing a lead apron as we were doing a case that required intra-op X-rays. Unbeknownst to me, I had grabbed the personalized lead aprons of one of his colleagues, Dr. Smith  who was not working that day. As the case is going, Greg looks up and sees I am wearing Smith’s lead apron. He stops what he is doing and asks me, “are you Dr. Smith?” I replied that no I wasn’t. He then proceeds to flip out and ask “why the hell are you wearing his lead then?!? Take it off now and get another different lead apron at the rack!” (The rack had literally 10-15 other lead aprons that weren’t personalized). Me being a lowly resident at the time, I  bit my tongue and changed lead aprons in front of all the other coworkers in the room because this prick was making such a big deal out of it. A belittling experience and it made me hate the shit out of this guy. The revenge: One day soon after that experience, I grabbed some lunch at work and went into the lounge to eat. The lounge was empty, so I started to eat my hospital cafeteria sandwich in peace. While eating, I noticed a white coat that physicians wear hanging on a rack. I looked at the name and saw it belonged to that prick orthopedic surgeon Greg. After checking to make sure nobody else was in the lounge, I got up and grabbed the sopping wet pickle spear that came with my lunch and placed it in Dr. Greg’s white coat pocket and left. Why? Because fuck you Greg.

A Place to Call Home pt. 4


Pairing: Dylan O'Brien x Reader

Wordcount: 4,717

Warnings: Language

A/N: This is one of the shorter parts but there is still quite a bit that happens. Once again, huge thank you to Chloe ( @writing-obrien) for letting me run an idea past her. As always, I hope you guys like it, let me know what you think. ENJOY! 

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Request- So pretty much the reader is kips sister and he never dies but she is also in the army and she heard news of him being shot and she was some how able to go and see him and someone picks a fight with her and she goes all badass on her and can she somehow end up with chibs :p

Reader’s POV

Charming, California was a unique little town. It was different then most and everyone who came into contact with it knew that. My brother and I were Charming natives. We were born here, raised here, and we both left here at 18.

As twins we did everything together which was why we both decided to join the army. We had both been placed over seas but into different divisions. We kept in touch and sent letters back and forth when we could. I was told when Kip had been in his accident and sent home. Not long after him moving back home, our father died. I was able to return for his funeral and see Kip for a little bit before having to go back.

I was back home again and this time it was for good. A couple of days ago I had been notified that my brother had been stabbed. I filed for a honorable discharge so I can go back home and take care of him. I was granted it and had just arrived back into Charming.

I pulled up to my dad’s house which was now Kips and mine. I took my stuff out of the car and took it into the house. Once everything was in my old room I took a look around the house. It was messy but not as messy as I was expecting. Kip never was one for cleaning. I decided to come back and do it after I went to see Kip. I locked up the house and made my way to the hospital.

Once I was at the hospital I asked the lady at the front counter which room Kip was located in and then headed to it. As I was walking into his room, his doctor was  walking out. He told me that he was stable and that he was resting. The knife didn’t hit any internal organs but he had lost a lot of blood. I thanked the doctor and walked into his room.

Besides for Kip the room was empty. He was paler then normal but that was probably from the blood loss. I moved his off his forehead gently and smiled softly.

“What have you gotten yourself into Kippy?” I asked before sighing and sitting down. I took off my jacket and made myself comfortable in the chair. I pulled out a book from my bag and began to read. About a hundred pages later I heard commotion in the hallway but didn’t pay much attention to it.

“Aye! Lass this is for family only.” A voice startled me. I glared at the towards the door to find three men. One a handsome man with scars on his face, Another slightly smaller with two tattoos on his head and a mohawk, and the third was bigger and meaner looking with tattoos on his head.

“I’m his sister jackass and who the fuck are you?” I put a bookmark in my place and put my book down. I crossed my arms and glared at them.

“Sorry miss, we didn’t know Half Sack had a sister.” The man with the mohawk said.

“That’s not what I asked.” I told him. The one with the scars chuckled.

“Sorry lass, we’re Half Sack’s brothers.” He told me. I raised my eyebrows at that.

“Unless I’m seriously missing a link in our family tree, I’ve only got one brother.” I said. This time they all chuckled it was then that I finally took in their kutte’s. “Fucking god Kippy became a Son?”

“Aye lass, he is. Especially after what he did for our VP’s boy.” The scottish one said. I shook my head and giggled slightly.

“What’s so funny?” The mean looking one in the back asked.

“I was the one that was always dragging Kip into trouble and I come back home and find out he’s an outlaw. It’s just funny to me.” I shook my head and looked at my brother then back at them. “Anyone want to tell me why my brother was stabbed?”

“He did some real hero shit.” The one with the mohawk said.

“Someone was trying to kidnap our VP’s boy and he tried to stop him. The man stabbed him.” The scottish one finished.

“Is the boy safe?” I asked.

“No, but we’re working on getting him back.” He told me.

“I hope you do, I’m Y/N.” I said while standing up and holding out my hand to him.

“Chibs.” He smiled at me. I smiled back to him and held my hand out to the one with the mohawk.

“Juice.” He smiled and shook my hand.

“Happy.” The one in the back said.

“The doctor said he’d be sleeping for a while. You sound like you boys are busy dealing with that. I can call when he wakes up.” I told them.

“You boys go back to the clubhouse, I’ll wait here with the lass.” Chibs told the other two.

“You sure Chibs?” Juice asked.

“Aye, just call if ya need me.” He told them. They nodded and left. I looked at him curiously.

“You didn’t have to stay.” I told him.

“I know but I’m the one that sponsored the lad. I owe him this much.” He replied as he sat down on the seat on the other side of the bed.

“How long has my brother been a Son?” I asked.

“He just became one but he’s been prospecting about a year now. He’s a good lad.” He told me.

“Yeah he is.” I nodded and looked at Chibs. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Aye.” He looked at me.

“Is he happy? With the club?” I asked.

“I think so, the lad never seems sad.” Chibs told me. I smiled.

“He can be sometimes but I’m glad he’s not.” I said. “But I don’t care how happy he is, if he gets hurt like this again. I will tear someone’s balls off and make them eat em.” Chibs chuckled at that statement.

“Aye, I’ll keep that in mind, love.” He winked at me. I rolled my eyes and giggled slightly. “Oh the club’s gonna love ya.”

“I’m going to meet the club?” I asked.

“Of course! You’re family, sweetheart.” He smiled. “Can’t believe Half Sack never told us about ya.”

“He probably didn’t want to mention me incase I came home in a bodybag.” I said softly.

“We’re you in the army too?” He asked and I nodded.

“Yep and ever since his accident he had been begging me to come back home. He didn’t want anything to happen to me. I told him I’d be home as soon as I could get an honorable discharge.” I told him.

“And did you get one?” He asked.

“Yes, I got a honorable discharge so I could come back and take care of him since I’m the only blood he has left.” I said.

“We’ll help with whatever you two need. All ya have to do is ask, love.” He told me.

“Thank you, I appreciate that.” I told him. I ran my fingers through my hair and smiled at Chibs. We settled into comfortable conversation with me telling embarrassing stories of Kip from when we were little and him telling me a little about Kip and the club. He told me about Cherry and how much Kip loved her. I told him about how our mom died when we were little and our dad died not long after Kip came back home.

Three hours had passed and Chibs offered to go grab us food that wasn’t from the hospital cafeteria of death as Chibs put it. I gladly accepted since I didn’t feel like eating that shit anyways. I went back to reading when Chibs left.

“Ain’t you supposed to be over seas?” A groggy voice brought me out of my reading daze. I smiled and looked at Kip.

“Some jackass got himself stabbed and now I’m stuck taking care of his ass.” I answered.

“I feel bad for the poor moron.” He chuckled slightly. I put my book down and pressed the button for the nurse.

“Me too, Kippy.” I leaned over and kissed his forehead. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, Y/N.” He sat up slightly and winced at the pain. I put my hand on his shoulder to keep him from moving. He looked around the room and frowned slightly.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Nothing… I was just expecting… Nothing.” He shook his head and the nurse came in to check on him. Once she got him some water and left I looked at him.

“Were you expecting someone else to be here?” I asked.

“No… not really… Maybe just a little.” He admitted.

“Your new brothers have been here. Chibs has been with me all day long and is supposed to alert the others as soon as you wake up.” I smiled.

“Really?” He smiled back.

“Yes really. How the hell could I tell you Chibs name if it wasn’t true.” I playfully flicked his forehead.

“Hey be nice! I’ve lost a lot of blood.” He pouted.

“Boohoo poor you. You’ve already lost half of your nuts. You don’t get any other sympathy cards.” I told him.

“You’re so sweet.” He stuck his tongue out at me and I giggled. Just then Chibs came into the room with the food. He smiled when he saw Kip was awake.

“Sack!” He exclaimed.

“Hey Chibs.” Kip smiled at him. “Heard you been keeping my sister company.”

“Aye and the wee minx has been telling me all your dirty little secrets.” Chibs smiled and handed the food to me. I took out what I ordered and handed the bag back to him.

“Ugh! Sis can you try not to embarrass me? I’m a big bad biker!” Kip whined.

“Oh yeah sure you are. I still remember the time you cried for an hour because you stepped on a butterfly accidentally.” I said and Chibs started laughing.

“I was 5!” Kip said defensively.

“Try 9.” I gave him the are you seriously trying to lie to me look. He grumbled but didn’t argue the fact. Chibs was doubled over with laughter. Once he calmed down he pulled out his phone and sent a text. Probably to one of the guys that Kip was awake. Chibs and I started eating.

“Can I have some?” Kip looked at me pleadingly.

“You aren’t allowed to have solid food yet.” I told him.

“But please!” Kip said.

“Nope, sorry bro.” I said and ate a fry. He sighed and the looked at Chibs.

“How is Jax doing?” He asked Chibs.

“He’s doing as alright as can be expected.” Chibs told him.

“Do you want me to leave so you can discuss club business?” I asked.

“Do you mind?” Kip asked. I set my food down and got up.

“Nah, I’ll just take a ten minute walk around the hospital.” I told them and then headed out of the room. I set a timer on my phone for ten minutes and then started to wander around the hospital. As I was walking around I bumped into the guy Chibs was with earlier, Juice. He was with a different man than before. This one had bright blue eyes and curly hair.

“Hey! You’re Y/N, right? Half Sack’s twin?” Juice asked.

“Wait! His what?” The other man asked and I smiled.

“Yeah I’m Kip’s twin and you’re Juice right?” He nodded and I looked at the other man. “And you are?”

“Tig and there’s no fucking way that you are Sack’s twin. You’re too goddamn beautiful.” Tig said and I blushed slightly.

“Well thank you, I guess.” I laughed and he smiled and looked me over. I had to admit I didn’t hate him looking at me like that. “Are you guys here to see Kip?”

“Yeah doll, Chibs said he was awake.” Tig told me.

“He is. I was actually just about to head back up. I’ll walk with you.” I told them and they nodded and smiled. We all headed upstairs together and my timer went off as we hit the elevator. Chibs and Kip seemed to be done discussing whatever when we came into the room. Tig and Juice greeted Kip warmly as they entered the room.

“Bro one, why did you not tell us that you had a sister and two, how in the actual fuck is that stunning woman YOUR twin?” Tig asked Kip. Kip laughed at that.

“Don’t hit on my sister you perv.” Kip told him with a shove.

“I’m not hitting on your sister.” Kip gave him a look. “Alright alright maybe just a little but I mean can you blame me.” Tig gave me a wink and I giggled and shook my head.

“Aye don’t hit on the lad’s sister ya shit.” Chibs huffed out annoyed. I looked at him and he didn’t look upset unless you noticed his clenched fists. I furrowed my eyebrows at him but I didn’t think that it meant anything. We all sat down and Juice pulled a kutte out of his bag and laid it over Kip’s lap. Kip smiled and held it up.

“You ain’t a prospect anymore brother.” Tig clapped him on the shoulder.

“Thank you brother.” Kip smiled at them.

“You earned it.” Juice told him.

“I was just doing what was right.” Kip said and I smiled at him proudly.

“Yeah but it still took a lot of balls.” Tig said and Kip rolled his eyes at his lame joke.

“You know you aren’t funny.” Kip told Tig.

“That wounds me.” Tig pouted and held a hand over his heart and we all laughed at him. “So did the doctors say when they are setting you free?”

“It won’t be for a while. They want to keep me and make sure everything keeps going well and that I heal okay.” Kip told them.

“I’ll be here with you until you get out.” I told him.

“Sis you don’t have to be here 24/7 until I leave.” Kip told me.

“Yeah he’s right. We’ll have someone here with him at all times.” Tig said.

“Will you guys take care of her until I’m out? Maybe take her to TM and introduce her to everyone too?” Kip asked.

“Hello! I’m right here don’t talk about me like I’m not.” I huffed. Everyone chuckled at my pout.

“Everyone will love ya and I’ll make sure you have fun, babydoll.” Tig said to me with a suggestive look. Chibs elbowed him in the stomach at that and grumbled something under his breath.

“Besides keeping five feet away from Tig.” Kip gave Tig a pointed look. “Go and have fun. Meet the guys, get to know them, I want you to get along with them.”

“Fine, but when I’m gone, you need to text or call if anything happens. Any updates from your doctors, good or bad. Promise?” I asked and he nodded.

“Yeah I promise.” He told me.

“Good.” I smiled.

“How about tomorrow you come and meet us at the club house?” Tig suggested.

“Um yeah okay.” I nodded. “What time would be good?”

“Whatever time ya want sweetheart.” Chibs smiled at me.

“How about 2? I’m going to go job hunting before then.”

“Why don’t you work at TM? Gemma could use some help in the office.” Juice said.

“Yeah that’s a great idea Juicey!” Chibs smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

“Are you sure Gemma would be okay with this?” I asked.

“We’ll talk to her tonight and I’m sure she’ll tell you tomorrow.” Tig said.

“Okay.” I nodded. “Thank you guys.”

“No problem.” Juice said.

“Aye, you’re family now sweetheart.” Chibs said.

“Now go home and rest sis.” Kip said.

“I can stay the night here Kippy.” I told him

“No that’s okay. My brothers and I need to discuss things. Just come by tomorrow or even the next day if you are having fun at TM.” Kip told me.

“Fine just call me if you need me.” I said to Kip and then I looked at the others. “Anything happens to him, you’re all dead.”

“Aye got it love.” Chibs smiled at me. I picked up my stuff and said goodbye to everyone then I went home. Once I was there I cleaned for a while and then went to sleep.

As soon as I woke up the next morning I called Kip. He sleepily told me to fuck off and I chuckled and hung up. After that I started my morning routine. Once I was finished with that, I headed to the diner for breakfast.

At about 11, I decided to start job hunting. There wasn’t very many places hiring but I managed to get a couple applications. After that I headed to T-M. Once there I parked across from the bikes.

There was some people working in the garage but I didn’t recognize any of them. A very tall and broad man with a beard and a beanie approached me.

“Can I help you?” He asked.

“Um yeah, I’m looking for either Chibs, Tig, or Juice.” I told him.

“They’re in the clubhouse. If they aren’t out in the bar area, you can sit on the couch and wait if you’d like.” He said.

“Thanks.” I told him. He nodded and went back to work. I made my way inside the clubhouse. No one was in the main part of it so I took a seat on the couch like the bearded man told me I could. After a while Tig came out of the back. He smiled when he saw me.

“Hey doll. You been waiting long?” He asked.

“No about 10 minutes. Some guy with a beard and a beanie told me I could wait here.” I told him. He chuckled.

“That’s Opie.” He told me.

“He seems nice.” I said. He nodded and sat down next to me.

“Yeah he’s a good dude.” He told me. “I talked to Gemma last night.”

“What did she say?” I asked.

“She said that she’s fine with it. She can always use an extra pair of hands.”  He told me. “She wanted to know if you could start in the next two, three days.”

“Yeah I can do that. When will I meet her?” I asked.

“Today, probably.” He said. “Some brothers from Tacoma are coming down to help us with something. We’re having a party tonight, wanna come doll?”

“I want to see Kip first but as long as someone is with him.” I told him.

“Juice was with him last night but I think that Gemma said she’d stay with him tonight because of the party.” He told me.

“That would be nice of her. Thank you for everything.” I hugged him. He hugged back.

“Aye Tiggy didn’t the lad say not to hit on his sister.” Chibs voiced sounded from the entryway to the hallway. I pulled back from Tig and found Chibs glaring at Tig.

“It was a friendly hug brother. Completely harmless.” Tig smiled at Chibs.

“Aye I bet ya slimey bastard.” Chibs said. Tig chuckled and Chibs went behind the bar and grabbed a bar. “Ya want one love?”

“No, I’m going to see Kip soon and then I’ll be back for the party tonight. What time does it start?” I asked them.

“It will probably get going about 10 or 11. Gemma will probably be there at about 9. Stop by anytime you want doll.” Tig told me.

“Thank you guys. I’ll see you later.” I told them bye and then headed to back to the hospital to spend time with Kip. I told Juice he could go home when I showed up and then I stayed with Kip until Gemma showed up. After that I went home and got changed for the party. Kip told me that there was going to be a lot of croweaters there and how everything normally went.

I put on a blue dress, the top part plunged down between my boobs and the back part was just straps until it got to my ass. I put on blue strappy heels and makeup. After that I curled my hair. Once I was finished I headed to TM. By the time I got there the party was already in full motion.

People were everywhere, some in the parking lot, some in coming or going from the clubhouse, hell some were even in cars from the way one was rocking. I looked around for a familiar face. When I didn’t see anyone that I knew outside, I decided to head in.

“Haven’t seen you around before. You a Tacoma bitch?” Some blonde wearing way too short and too tight of clothing with a fake fur coat on asked me.

“No I’m not a “Tacoma bitch” as you so eloquently put it.” I said to her.

“Sweetie this is for invited guests only. So if you ain’t here to suck someone’s cock then you better leave.” She said and gave me a sneer. I bit my lip and stepped closer to her.

“I am an invited guest and unlike you,” I gave her a once over. “I didn’t need to fuck my way to a pity invite.”

“What the fuck did you just say to me? Do you know who I am?” She asked and stood up from her spot on the bench.

“Hmmm let me guess, you are the child your mother wishes she would have aborted.” I said and flashed her a sweet smile. Some people in the crowd around us Oohed. This must of pissed her off because her face turned a bright shade of red and she glared at me and put her hands on her hips.

“I’m Imma, bitch.” She told me.

“Great! I don’t care. And is bitch really the best comeback you have? Anyways, I have something better to do with my time then spend it talking to a white trash cum dump.” I said and turned around to walk into the clubhouse.

“Don’t fucking walk away from me!” Imma screeched and then grabbed my hair. She yanked it back hard and I nearly lost my balance. Fuck! That hurt. I elbowed her in the ribs hard and she let go of my hair as she groaned loudly. I turned around and faced her just as she was straightening back up.

“That the best you got?” I asked her.

“Not even close bitch!” She yelled and then went to punch me in the face. I easily grabbed her wrist and brought her arm around to her back. I took a fistful of her hair and slammed her face into the picnic table. I slammed it down again and her nose was gushing blood. She shoved her heel into my ankle and I let go of her hair and arm. Once I had let go of her, she turned around quickly and clawed my face with her other hand.

“Fuck!” I touched my forehead right above my eye and brought my hand down. Blood covered it and I growled and tackled Imma to the ground. I started punching her hard in the face over and over again. I let out a yell of anger as someone wrapped their arm around my waist and lifted me up and off her. I struggled in the person’s arms and took pleasure in the sight of the bitch’s face bloody and banged up.

The person didn’t let go of me as they walked into the clubhouse and down the hallway. They stopped at a door and opened it to lead into a bedroom. I heard the door shut and lock behind me and finally they let me go. I spun on the person to find Chibs standing there with his hands up.

“Oh! Easy lass.” He told me with a smile. I huffed and crossed my arms over my chest.

“Why the hell did you take me away?” I asked.

“Because you were going to kill that nasty gash.” He told me. “Now sit, I need to patch ya up.” I grumbled but sat on the bed. He went to the bathroom and came back with a first aid kit. He pushed my hair back and started patching me up.

“Thank you.” I said softly.

“Aye no problem, love.” He smiled at me. “None of these are that deep but some may scar.”

“Guess we’ll match then huh?” I smiled at him. He chuckled.

“Aye, guess we will.” He finished after a couple minutes. When he was down he lightly brushed my hair back again. “Still beautiful love.” I blushed and smiled at him. He smiled back and I stared at him for a moment before lightly cupping his cheek. I ran my thumb over his scar softly. I looked up and saw him staring at me. I blushed and went to pull my hand away until he put his hand over mine and intertwined our fingers.

He leaned forward and kissed me softly. I kissed back and his arm wrapped around my waist to pull me closer to him. I moaned softly and kissed him harder. He moved us so that way my back was laying on the bed and he was ontop of me. His hand went from my back to my thigh. I pushed him up a little bit and he looked down at me in concern.

“You alright, love? Ya want me to stop?” He pulled up more. I giggled at his concern and shook my head no.

“God don’t stop, please. I just need to know something.” I wrapped my legs around his waist and he smirked.

“Aye and what’s that love?” He asked.

“Were you jealous of Tig?” I asked. His smirk fell and he scowled slightly.

“Aye I didn’t like Tiggy touching you or flirting with you. You’re mine now love.” He told me with a slight growl in his voice before kissing me so hard I thought my lips would bruise. Kip was not going to be happy with us.

~Sorry about being so late. I started a job so writing time has been cut back. I should be able to work it out soon though. Hope you enjoy! @amazingmackenzieisnotonfire~

itssciencefitz  asked:

64 or 98 + Fitzsimmons please??? 😊

Hi! Here’s “It’s two sugars, right?” and “Take a deep breath.” Prompt list here if you want to send me one!

Hospital AU. Specifically, an alternate universe in which everything below is medically accurate :)

“It’s two sugars, right?”

Fitz turns to see her, the doctor who couldn’t be real. And yet, there she is, sitting down at his table, offering him a cup of tea. He reaches out and is almost surprised when he can touch the handle. His eyes flick up to hers, and he wonders why she seems so expectant before he realizes that she asked him a question.

“Um, y-yes.” He takes the mug in both hands, thankful for the warmth. Is every hospital cafeteria as frigid as this one? When he dares to look at her again, she’s beaming at him.

“Good,” she says. “I mean … I just happened to notice. I’m a big fan of yours.” She offers her hand with such excitement that Fitz finds her absolutely radiant. “Dr. Jemma Simmons. I’ve been fascinated by your work in non-lethal weapons.”

Fitz frowns, trying not to look at her hand, or her face, or anything at all. In the end, though, it’s the sound of his mother’s voice in his head that makes him suck in a breath and go for it. He doesn’t shake her hand as much as he puts his open hand in hers, but she pumps it up and down as if he had. She doesn’t even know that this is his good hand.

“Sorry,” he says, “I just … I …”

“Have hypoxia?” she supplies, then grimaces. “Sorry. That’s—I probably shouldn’t have said it that way. But I did read the article about your accident. I’m thrilled to see how well you’ve recovered.”

Fitz looks down at his rumpled shirt, and he’s just about to ask her what she means when the tremors start in his bad hand. He sucks a breath through his teeth, and as the pain makes his eyes close, he sees a glimmer of her face.

She’s horrified.

And why shouldn’t she be? He’s not the engineer she thinks he is, and if his progress continues to plateau, he never will be again. He rubs his bad hand and wishes he could just shrink until she couldn’t see him.

“Are you alright?”

He’s in so much pain that he can only shake his head, trying his best to stay calm.

“Th-this one’s … worse,” he tries to explain, and when he hears the scoot of her chair, he honestly doesn’t blame her. Who would want to have tea with someone so broken? So when her hand lands on his shoulder, he almost jumps.

“Dr. Fitz,” she soothes, “I’m not a medical doctor—I just work here in the research wing—but I have been reading up on therapy techniques and I … do you mind?”

He looks up at her through the tears in his eyes and nods, willing to try anything. 

She smiles, taking his hand in hers. “Take a deep breath,” she says. 

He does as she says, and he swears that his heart stops before she even starts massaging his tendons. The tears dry as he stares at her, this doctor just as old as he is, more beautiful than any woman he’d ever seen. He almost doesn’t notice that the pain has disappeared until she offers a triumphant smile.


He looks down at his hand, utterly amazed. “How, how did you—”

“It’s a simple technique, really,” she explains, looking at him through her eyelashes, “but it does take two hands. If it helps, you can always ring for me. I’m happy to offer my services.”

He furrows his brow, more than slightly overwhelmed by how close she is. “I’m—I’m not st-staying here. I’m just …” He winces as all words fail him.

“Killing time between appointments? Well, then you can ring for me when you’re here, I guess. You might not live here, but I might as well.” She offers him a kind smile as her hand falls on his knee. Even if his brain weren’t broken. he’d have no idea what to say.

“J-jemma Simmons?” he manages, flooded with relief when she smiles in response. He points to his chest. “I’m, uh, Leopold Fitz.”

Somehow, her smile feels like a laugh.

“I know,” she says.

Believe It or Not. Part 13/?

(Based off 2x01 “Omega”)

It had been a few days since everything happened on the night of the dance. And neither Lydia or y/n had been cleared from the hospital. Scott and Stiles agreed that someone had to be at the hospital at all times, especially to keep an eye on Lydia.

Since Scott was too busy sneaking around with Allison considering they’re banned from ever seeing each other, Stiles told Scott he would stay at the hospital. Although he secretly wanted to keep an eye on y/n. If he knew correctly, she was supposed to be able to go home tonight.

It was getting late and he didn’t really feel like eating more food from the hospital cafeteria, so he just settled for something from the vending machine. He placed in his money and set the number to what he wanted, except on the way out it got stuck.

Frustrated, he began to shake the machine until eventually it all came crashing down, creating a huge scene. As fast as the boy could he ran down the hall and turned the corner before anyone could see him. Except when he did he smacked right into someone.

“Hey watch it are you kid- oh of course it’s you.” Stiles lifted his head to see that he had ran right into y/n who was now dressed in normal clothes.

“Sorry.” Was all he could say as he smiled at her.

“It’s fine.” She laughed at him, “I would ask what you’re doing here but Scott filled me in on everything.”

Neither one of them said anything after that, awkwardness and tension consuming the air around them. Until, they heard the most high-pitched scream echo throughout the halls.

“Oh my god, was that-”
Y/n started.

“Lydia.” Stiles finished before she could say anything else. He took off running towards the direction of Lydia’s room, y/n right on his heels.

The two burst into the room all the way into the bathroom where Melissa and Lydia’s dad were standing. The sound of the shower running filled y/n’s ears. But once she was fully inside the room, she could see that the shower was empty, next to the open window.

She and Stiles quickly walked out of the bathroom, knowing they couldn’t talk in front of anyone else.

“I’ll call Scott.” Y/n said while pulling the device out of her pocket and dialing her brother.


Stiles and Y/n met Scott in the parking lot where they both piled in his car, Stiles holding Lydia’s hospital gown. Y/n took the backseat and Stiles the passenger side.

“This is the one she was just wearing?” Scott asked for clarification, the two nodded, “I’m not just gonna let anyone hurt her again.” He sighed to himself.

“Alright, just shove the thing in your face and let’s find her. Woah!” Stiles shouted, startled due to a banging noise on the car window. The three turned to see Allison staring at them.

“What are you doing here? Someone’s gonna see us!” Scott warned her.

“I don’t care- she’s my best friend, and we need to find her before they do.”

“I can find her before the cops can.” Scott tried to reassure her.

“How about before my father does?”

“He knows?” Y/n asked.

“Yeah, I just saw him and three other guys leave my house.”

Y/n moved herself so her face was between the two front seats and she could face Allison, “What, like a search party?”

“More like hunting party.” The brunette’s voice wavered.

“Get in.” Scott commanded as Allison made her way to the back, seating herself next to y/n.

“If she’s turning, would they actually kill her?” Stiles turned around to ask Allison.

“I don’t know,” she threw her hands in the air in frustration, “they won’t tell me anything. Okay, all they say is that they’ll talk to me after Kate’s funeral.”

“What others?” Stiles pushed for more answers. Y/n couldn’t help but feel a little jealous towards his unstoppable need to find Lydia. But she suppressed that thought, she wanted to find Lydia too.

“They won’t tell me that yet.” Allison answered again, getting slightly annoyed with all the questions.

“Your family’s got some serious communication issues to work on.” Y/n mumbled to Allison, before leaning back and looking out the window as they drove.


The drive was silent for the most part. Y/n wasn’t really paying attention to where they were headed as she gazed out the window. At least, not until they came to a complete stop. She leaned over and looked out the windshield to get a better view, they were at the Hale house.

“She came here? Are you sure?” Y/n asked Scott, who had followed her scent to this location.

“Yeah, this is where the scent leads.” He nodded his head, opening the door and stepping out of the jeep.

“Has lydia ever been here?” Stiles questioned, stepping out of the jeep after Scott. Y/n and Allison followed. Y/n could feel the crunching of leaves underneath her feet, the sound not as inviting as usual considering it’s dark and they’re in the woods. She crossed her arms, pulling her jacket tighter as the cool breeze became stronger, also pulling it tighter out of fear.

“Not with me,” Allison interrupted to answer Stiles, “maybe she came here looking for Derek, like on instinct?”

“You mean- looking for an alpha.”

“Wolves need a pack right?” Y/n commented, spinning slowly in a circle to let her surroundings sink in, then she saw something. It looked like it was connected near the bottom of some trees. She squinted, still listening to the voices of her friends.

“Not all of them.” Scott mumbled to y/n.

“But would she have been drawn to an alpha? Is it instinct to be apart of a pack?” Allison walked over to Scott.

“We’re stronger in packs.” He shrugged.

“Like, strength in numbers?” Allison clarified.

“No, like literally stronger, faster, better in every way. That’ll make Derek stronger too.”

No one had really been paying attention to y/n as her curiosity took over and she made her way towards what she couldn’t take her gaze off of.

“Whoa, hey look at this,” she called out to her friends as she knelt towards the ground.

“I think it’s a tripwire.” Stiles said as he knelt down next to her, allison standing behind them. Stiles moved his hands underneath it, picking it up to get a better look.

“Guys-” They heard Scott’s voice from behind them.

“Yeah buddy- oh.” Stiles replied as they all stood up and turned around. Y/n met with the scene of her brother hanging upside down from a tree, instantly placing a hand over her mouth to stop from laughing out loud.

“Next time you see a tripwire, don’t- trip it.” Scott sighed, still swinging back and forth by his feet.

“Noted.” His best friend said, moving closer to help him down.

“Wait, wait wait wait wait. Someone’s coming,” Scott whisper shouted, causing Stiles to stop moving, “Hide. Go!” Scott yelled at them. Allison sprinted off and before y/n could follow her Stiles grabbed her hand and found herself being dragged behind him. They found a spot behind a large tree, all of them peaking their heads around the branches so they could see who was approaching Scott.

Y/n found it extremely hard to focus however. Allison was pressed against the tree, y/n behind her, and Stiles behind y/n.

It seemed difficult for her focus on Scott, when she was shivering from Stiles’ warm breath hovering over her neck, and when she could feel his hand gripping her waist, steadying them both.

“It’s my dad.” She was freed from her thoughts at the sound of Allison’s voice. Finally able to focus.

“I can’t hear anything.” Y/n whispered to Allison, hoping the girl could fill them in.

“He’s asking about Lydia.” She answered. They stayed exactly where they were for a few more minutes, until Chris finally left, leaving Scott still hanging from the trip-wire.

Once the coast was clear they sprinted their way back to where Scott was, Allison rushing in front of him.

“You okay?” She asked the boy that she loved.

“Just another life-threatening conversation with your dad.” He replied, laughing so she didn’t worry too much.

“Stiles, help me get him down.” Y/n motioned to him, making her way towards her upside down brother.

“Thanks, but I think I got it.” Scott said before she could come any closer. Instantly flipping out of the grasp of the rope and landing on his feet, finishing by glancing up at all of them with a smirk.

“Yeah, you got it.” Stiles smiled, y/n just rolled her eyes.


Y/n was now leaning against the wall outside of Mr.Harris’ room waiting for detention to be over for Stiles. In their last class he had managed to get himself detention because he wouldn’t wait to talk to Jackson until lacrosse practice.

She was tapping her foot impatiently because he was supposed to be out 15 minutes ago, she figured Harris was keeping him later just because it was Stiles.

Y/n sighed, she and Stiles promised Scott they would meet him at the funeral for Kate to support Allison. Just as she was about to burst into the room and drag him out, the boy stumbled out of the room looking dazed.

“Let’s go.” She said to him, grabbing his arm and dragging him towards the exit.

They practically ran to the jeep, Stiles putting the keys in the ignition before even shutting the door and y/n hopping in the passenger seat.

“Is Jackson going to help us find Lydia?” Y/n asked, getting and immediate sigh from Stiles in return.

“No, he doesn’t think it’s his problem. He’s just being a selfish dick as usual.”

He smacked his hand down on the middle console. Y/n’s eyes became empathetic at the sight of his frustration. She reached out and placed her hand on top of his.

Stiles felt his heart rate instantly become regular just at her touch. He looked over to already find her eyes staring into his. If he wasn’t driving he could’ve stayed, and looked at her forever. But since he couldn’t, he just smiled at her and positioned their hands so their fingers were interlaced with one another.

They both glanced back towards the road, and it remained silent. The most comfortable silence y/n had ever been apart of. Although her thoughts did wander, they wandered back to the night of the dance.

“You’re smart, I know you know something’s up. And believe me, I hate that I can’t talk to you about it. And so does Scott. But you just gotta trust me when I say we’re doing it to protect you,” his eyes were staring so deep into hers she swore he could see every thought inside her head, “your protection, is the only thing that matters to me y/n okay? Because God, if anything were to happen to you because you’re involved in that- thing that’s happening right now, I would never be able to forgive myself. I know it seems like betrayal, but I’ll explain everything i promise-”

She needed him to stop taking, so she did the only thing she could think of. She placed her hands on both sides of his face, leaning his head down until their lips collided. For a short moment, their lips moved against each other perfectly, until she pulled away.

She smiled at the memory, the last good thing before everything went to hell that night. Although, neither one of them had talked about it. Y/n realized she hadn’t even thanked him, I mean Jackson got her to the hospital but Stiles saved her life.

“Thank you.” She said so lightly she was worried he didn’t hear her, but he did.

Confused, he asked, “for what?”

“Saving me,” she paused, “that night at the dance. A psychotic alpha werewolf was literally about to chomp on me and when you could have been running the other direction, you kept running towards me.”

Stiles not once let his eyes leave the road in front of him, processing her words.
Whispering, he replied, “I’ll always run towards you.”

Y/n stared at him as he drove, feeling overwhelmed by the sense of admiration she has for him right now in this moment.
Silence overtook them again, but everything was so much better than it was just a few days ago.

She placed her elbow on the door and set her head in her hand, just enjoying the ride and his presence.

“Someone broke into the graveyard last night, and took the liver from someone’s body.” Stiles’ voice broke the silence.

“Stilinski if this is your idea of a pick-up line you need some improvement.” She scrunched her eyebrows up and shifted her gaze back to him. He smirked at her response.

“Scott and I think it was Lydia, and we think she’s turning.” He said, the atmosphere in the car instantly changing.

Y/n turned her head out the window, fear and anxiety washing over her as the information of more problems arising for her and her friends. “We need to find her.” She mumbled, more to herself than to anyone else.


Stiles and y/n finally arrived at the funeral. Once they met up with Scott they made their way through the cemetery, deciding on squatting behind a cement statue to stay hidden from everyone. A ton of people with cameras and notepads were surrounding the arriving family of Argents as they made their way to the chairs. Y/n frowned as she watched Allison try to keep it together, she wished the three of them could actually be out there with her right now.

As Allison finally got passed the crowd of people, she immediately found Scott’s gaze, he waved and she returned a small smile, trying not to draw any attention to them. Just as she sat down, an older guy approached the scene as well, hugging Allison’s dad.

“Who the hell is that?” Stiles whispered from in front of her.

“He’s definitely an Argent.” Scott replied, not taking his eyes off Allison.

“Hey maybe they’re just here for the funeral,” Stiles offered optimistically and y/n just rolled her eyes at his false hope, “I mean- there could be an non-hunting side of the Argent family, right?”

“I know what they are,” the tension in Scott’s voice evident, “they’re reinforcements.”


After the stressful day, y/n was lying on her bed with her arm draped over her eyes. Too exhausted to even do homework.

She was about to drift off into sleep when there was a light knock on her door.

“Come in.” She groaned, hoping it wasn’t her mom.

She sat up at the sound of the door creaking open and saw Scott. Y/n smiled but she immediately dropped her smile seeing how distraught he looked.

“What’s wrong?” She asked concerned, standing up and walking until she was right in front of him, staring him in the eyes.

“We found Lydia.” He said, looking as if on the verge of tears.

“That’s good news isn’t it?” She questioned, grabbing his hand to calm him down.

“I- I was out in the woods and I found another wolf. But, the Argents got to him before I did. That- that guy we saw at the funeral today, he’s changing everything.”

“Scott, talk to me. What do you mean?” She urged her distressed brother.

“The code they hunt by, he’s convincing them all not to follow it anymore. I watched this, innocent, omega get chopped in half. Y/n I don’t know what to do.”

He grabbed her and embraced her in a hug, just needing his sister right now. She wrapped her arms around him tightly, not knowing how to make him feel better. They were just kids, they weren’t supposed to be dealing with this, any of it.

“We’ll figure it out.” She whispered in his ear, “we’ll figure it out.”

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anonymous asked:

Your new fic is partly inspired by 10 Things I Hate About You? I am overwhelmed. You've made me cry tears of joy before 4:30.

It’s an inspiration, yes, although the main plot is different. But I might make Jamie sing in the hospital’s cafeteria for Claire, ahah. :) Mwah!*

Originally posted by ofallingstar

baby girl {blurb}


I took in a deep breath before opening my eyes finally. A short nap was just what I had needed. My entire body was exhausted, having just given birth to a seven pound, four ounce perfect little girl. The nurses had came to take her back to the nursery for a few shots so I decided to take a nap. My eyes flickered to the clock to see how long I had been asleep. It was nearly eight pm. I’d been asleep for three and a half hours?

I glanced over to my right side to see if Shawn was still in the room or if he had wondered down to the hospital cafeteria yet again. There he sat with our baby in his hands. His hands were almost as big as she was. One hand supported her tiny head while the other held up the lower half of her body. The sight was one that melted me completely. Shawn was talking to our baby, just like she could talk back, and kissing her small features while she slept.

“You’re so lucky you have such an amazing mommy, I love her so much and I know you will too.” he cooed to her, “I just wish you looked more like her and not me.”

I smiled to myself. He was right, she didn’t look a thing like me. She was all Shawn. It didn’t matter who she looked like though, she was precious. I never knew it was possible to love anyone as much as I love Shawn but now I knew it was. Our little girl was only hours old but she’s already showed me a new kind of love that I’ve never felt before. Shawn noticed I was awake and paced over to me, clutching our baby close to him as if he was afraid he’d hurt her.

“How was your sleep?” He asked.

“It was amazing. I needed it. How long ago did they bring her in?”

“Only about 30 minutes ago. She was asleep but I couldn’t help but hold her. She’s just too perfect.”

He sat down on the bed at my feet, moving our baby back to his hands to stare at her in admiration. He was such a nervous wreck all week, afraid she would cry when he held her, afraid he wouldn’t know what to do but here he is doing everything perfectly. I continued to admire Shawn while he admired our baby girl. Night turned into morning as we took turns holding her and talking about how we were both filled with happiness now that she’s finally here. We were truly in love with each other all over again because of the new love we both felt.

Okay but what if the whole point of the fire was for Rich to kill himself
He was pinned down by Jake and forced to drink Mountain Dew Red and then he sees the hell he’s released
So he hosts the party trying to get himself on top but he sees Jeremy leave Michael, sees Michael run into the bathroom and he can’t take it
He runs up to his room and locks it, starting a little fire downstairs, trying to keep it enough to make them leave the house
But he starts a fire in the room he’s in
And he can’t breathe
He’s being carried out by a firefighter, his clothes scarred and his skin burned

And when rich wakes up he’s got an IV dose of morphine in him and he just starts crying because he fucked everything up.

Then he gets word that Michael’s dead, (@bi-evan) he calls Jake who actually is just in the hospital cafeteria, he’s been by his side in the ICU waiting for Rich to wake up.

Jake tries to comfort him the best that he can, but he just can’t. He can’t. He doesn’t know where to begin.


“Wake up baby.” You say as you gently shake Shawn awake. He was dreading today’s plans but he got up anyway and went to go get ready. After months of being sick, Shawn was finally getting surgery on his deviated septum. You knew this operation would help him but surgery always scared you. What if the doctors messed up? What if the anesthesia didn’t work and he could somehow feel everything that was being done? It stressed you out thinking about it. Honestly, as painful as it was to see Shawn so sick all the time, it was quite nice being home with him and getting to spend extra time with him since he’s usually always gone. You were currently staying with Shawn and his family. Of course his family would be at the hospital but Shawn asked that you drive him there. It was quite early in the morning and you agreed, that way his family could just meet you and Shawn there later.

“We don’t want to be late Shawn, are you almost done?” You asked and knocked on the bathroom door.

“Yeah.” He opened the door and fell straight into your arms. “I don’t wanna go.” He whined as he held you tightly.

“I know love, but it’s going to be okay. You seriously need to let me go though because now that you’re out of the bathroom, I kinda need to use it.” You laughed and pulled away from him.

“Sorryyyy.” He dragged out his apology and I just smiled as I walked into the bathroom.

After we were both ready it was time to go and we were already on the late side. The doctor had told us that Shawn wasn’t supposed to eat anything before the surgery so we skipped breakfast. You would’ve ate something but you figured if you ate anything in front of poor Shawn it just would’ve sucked for him even more than this whole process already does. You usually don’t eat a lot in the morning anyway so it was okay. You headed out the door and drove to the hospital. You held Shawn’s hand the whole ride there trying your best to comfort him. This surgery really wasn’t a big deal, it was just a small procedure that this doctor has apparently preformed hundreds of times. It was honestly your own paranoia of the operation going wrong that stressed Shawn out. You felt bad for making him stress but you couldn’t help but think about if things went wrong. It was just how you were.

You finally arrived to the hospital and walked hand in hand with Shawn to the room where the procedure was being done. As nervous as you were, it was so cute to see Shawn in a hospital gown. You tried your hardest not to laugh at him but you couldn’t help it.

“I should wear this to the next awards show I go to huh?” Shawn said making you laugh.

“Yeah sure, if you want everyone to see your rear end.” You said reminding him that the back of most hospital gowns are open.

You both laughed and joked about it until the anesthesiologist came in to start it all up. After the anesthesia was given to Shawn you could see him starting to get sleepy. You were surprised they didn’t have him count backwards or something. Right before he fell asleep he started continuously coughing and you started to worry, but the nurses reassured you that, that was normal for someone just being given anesthesia. You held his hand the entire time and prayed for the procedure to go well. His eyes were getting heavier and heavier.

“I feel like I should be asleep already.” Shawn said and squeezed your hand.

“Don’t worry. You’ll be asleep soon, and I’ll be right here when you wake up.” You said and squeezed his hand back.

Soon enough he was asleep and the doctors lead you out of the room. Shawn’s family showed up and you all decided to eat lunch in the hospital cafeteria. Karen asked you how Shawn was and how everything went. They were planning on being there earlier but there was an accident leaving them stuck in traffic for like an extra hour. You told them everything that happened trying not to share how nervous you were. You talked and laughed with Aaliyah and your nerves seemed to calm down. You were so glad to be dating someone who’s family you felt comfortable around. You had dated people in the past who’s mothers you didn’t get along with well, but Karen was great. Being a mother she was just as nervous about Shawn’s surgery as you were and so it made you feel better to know you weren’t the only one. After eating lunch and talking, the doctors came to tell everyone that Shawn’s procedure went really well and that his sinuses should be a lot better than they were. When we all finally got to go back into the room Shawn was awake. He talked to his family and told them how he felt. He had a small headache and was really hungry but other than that he was fine.

“Y/N.” Shawn said putting his hand out.

You grabbed his hand. “Hi pretty boy.”

The rest of the day went well and you felt happy knowing that everything was better for Shawn now. Your prayers were seriously answered and you were just glad nothing went wrong during the surgery. Shawn and you spent the rest of the day at home with his family watching movies. Your heart was filled with love for everyone you were spending time with. Although you were excited that Shawn was happy and soon to be singing again, you couldn’t help but feel a little sad knowing that soon, Shawn would leave you again to live his dream. Instead, you tried not to think about it and just cuddled up to Shawn and kissed him about a hundred times for the rest of the night.

Okay so stick with me here. Or don’t read this. I’m drunk so who knows at this point. But anyway. I’ve been thinking a lot about an Otayuri sugardaddy!au over the past few weeks with @kafrickinb00m and I just want confirmation that it will be well received by The Fandom™. So here we go:

Otabek just aced his MCAT at a hella young age (18) and is looking at med schools and teaching hospitals. While he’s in St. Petersburg learning about the university med program and teaching hospital with Dr. Nikiforov, he meets Yurio for the first time, who has been working in the hospital cafeteria to help make ends meet while his grandfather is in the hospital. Yurio makes an impression (because doesn’t he always?) and eventually Otabek accepts the scholarship and moves to St. Petersburg. He learns Yurio’s full story from the surgeon he’s shadowing, who plants the beginnings of a seed in Otabek’s mind. Otabek reaches out to Yurio via email first, and offers up some dubious ways for Yurio to make some money without having to work such long hours and sacrifice school work because of it. Yurio, intrigued (and more than a little horny), accepts his offer. Things happen mostly over Skype without Yurio ever seeing “Daddy’s” face. It’s all very intense and, sometimes, very emotional. Meanwhile Otabek and Yurio strike up a friendship at the hospital. Yurio knows his orders, times his own breaks for when he thinks Beka will be taking his lunch, they eat together when they can and Yurio sneaks him free cookies. Yurio falls in love like this. Beka falls in love on Skype, after the show has ended and Yurio lays around in bed with his cat, while he talks and talks about his feelings because Daddy is Daddy and he can be vulnerable in all kinds of ways but that’s ok because it doesn’t matter. It’s a job and he’s helping his grandfather and he’s eating well and having fun; his life has never been this fulfilling. He has friends in real life and a man online who knows what gets him going, and it’s all very neat and orderly and he can OBVIOUSLY keep the two separate lol. So imagine what happens when the two worlds merge. Angst. Miscommunication. Mutual pining. The best of all worlds. Please tell me I’m not crazy and that someone would read and love this if we actually put some real effort into it.

100 Things You Learn Third Year of Medical School

So every year I’ve been writing these lists of 100 things you learn in each year of medical school (Found here). I am incredibly excited this year to bring you my list of 100 Things You Learn in your Third Year of Medical School.

This list contains advice about how to function on the floor, how to study, and how to handle your work-life imbalance. Click through to find such advice as:
• Whatever size scrubs you wear will be the least common size to find. Take as many pairs as you can find and stockpile them.
• EVERY procedure in OB requires shoe covers. Better to not need them than to have forgotten them
• Night shifts only come in two flavors: Insanely busy or so quiet you can not keep your eyes open.
• The best residents will notice when you’re sitting around doing nothing and will send you home—the worst residents will forget you’re even there.
• Falling asleep at 9pm is nothing to be ashamed of—in fact be proud of it.
• Get comfortable with being uncomfortable.

Best of luck all you new MS3s!

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My mama finally found a place that would hire her, but I’m actually incredibly pissed of at the situation because she is a highly qualified woman with a medical degree in ophthalmology but the only job she can get is to work as a dish washer in a hospital cafeteria. All because she has a heavy Japanese accent. She should be working at the hospital as medical staff!