Warning: Mentions of shooting and stabbing, not graphic though. INCREDIBLY fluffy otherwise.
A/N: The nurse in me dreamed about this and the writer in me wanted to share. The personality of the nurse is also me basically all the time. Enjoy!!
“Y/N! Room 11, you have a new admit. Just check in on him before your relief gets here in a few. Ten out of ten chest pain, 48 year-old male, say’s he’s having a heart attack. Pretty sure the only heart attack he’ll have is the one you’ll give him if you try and take those chips from him.”
“Oh, awesome, can’t wait.” Flashing your signature ‘kill me now’ grin at your co-worker you close out of your computer and head over towards the room.
Saturday nights in the downtown ER. Not everyone’s cup of tea, but it’s always been more a can of Redbull to you anyways. The hustle, the bustle, the insanity that never ceases to amaze; who would ever want to leave that?
So my “Jay did it and Jen helped” theory finally has a possible motive!
At about 2:30am after I’d finally finished listening to the last episode of Serial, I was googling stuff about Adnan, and I saw that Saad did an AMA on reddit, and someone asked him whether Hae knew Jay and what her opinion of him was, and Saad replied that Hae “didn’t trust, or really like” Jay and that Hae was going to confront him tell Stephanie about his “infidelities”.
So I don’t know what the infidelities would be, but my theory is that maybe Hae knew something that would make Jay look really, really bad and possibly jeopardise his relationship with Stephanie, and if Stephanie was as important to Jay as people made out she was in the podcast, then I think he would’ve done whatever it took to make sure it didn’t happen.
So what I think happened (in the most basic way of explaining it) is:
• Hae found something out about Jay.
• Hae maybe took him to her car to have a proper conversation with him and confronted him about it and threatened to tell Stephanie.
• Jay was worried that whatever it was would make Stephanie want to break up with him.
• Jay strangles Hae (I don’t know where they are at this point).
• Jay drives to meet Jen somewhere (Best Buy or her house) and he’s freaking out and shows her the body.
• Jen decides to help Jay cover it up, by burying her body and then by coming up with the idea to go to the police and implicate Adnan.
And that’s where I’m at with this at the moment. I’ll probably listen to the podcast again and then realise things that’ll either convince me further of this theory, or make me just forget it completely. But if anyone has any opinions, feel free to send me a message. I love talking about Serial.
I’ve been thinking about doing a list of my top ten most anticipated books for the last week or so, but needed to get my thoughts together because 2016 LOOKS AWESOME! Not only are there amazing movies coming out this coming year, but it’s quickly becoming a highly promising year for books as well!
Feel free to create your own list and let me know that you’ve created one so I can check it out and share it on my blog (also, so I can add more books to my growing TBR, hehe).
Everyone is talking about this book and why the hell not? The first book, Red Queen took the lit world by storm. A mix of The Hunger Games + The Selection (only crueler) + X-Men, the Red Queen series is a kickass book worth a checkout. I need this book. Right. Now.
I won’t lie, I wasn’t a huge fan of Bracken’s first book*, The Darkest Minds. But I’ve been hearing about this book for the last couple of weeks and recently watched the book trailer (which is here) and I’m excited. I’m going to give Bracken’s writing one more go because I’m genuinely curious to see where this is going to go. Also, the trailer sold me. One of the best book trailers–hands down.
Morgan Matson has a new book coming out in 2016. I repeat, she has a new book coming out in 2016! I love this author and how she’s able to give me a story about life without it being boring, or too heavy. Matson is definitely an auto-buy for me and after reading the synopsis, I’m definitely hooked.
I read Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte when I was in University and it quickly became a favourite. Add to my fascination the fact that this is a re-telling with a title that’s a play on words on Heathcliff’s name? Call me immediately intrigued.
Despite the love-triangle potential, I am anticipating this one. The premise sounds incredibly intriguing and vaguely makes me think of the Throne of Glass series. As @yasminereads stated when we were talking about this book: “Judging by the summary, it has the potential to be extremely mediocre or really, really good.” Here’s crossing my fingers!
I hadn’t read the synopsis thoroughly until I watched a booktuber describe this book as a “Save the Cheerleader, Save the world” kind of book (booktuber video is here.) Time travel seems to be a huge theme in 2016 and I’m all for it.
I’m a huge sucker for Young Adult traveling books and when I read the synopsis for this book, I knew this would be a book I’d definitely want to read in 2016. Also, the potential need for kleenex? Sign me up.
I really enjoyed Jen Malone’s Map to the Stars, which released as an ebook-only book earlier this year, so I’m pretty excited for this one. Plus, hey, this is about traveling, too. SO excited to read this!
I’m really into comics and the occasional geeky hobby, so the moment I saw this cover and then read the synopsis, I knew this book was meant to be on my most anticipated TBR of 2016. I mean, this cover says so much and speaks to my soul.
BONUS–Books that have no titles/covers, but that I can’t wait for:
1. Michael Vey book 6 by Richard Paul Evans (Dammit, why do I have to wait for you?!?!)
2. Illuminae book 2 by Amie Kaufman and Jay Kristoff (Surprising series that kicked ass in the first book.)
3. Throne of Glass book 5 by Sarah J. Maas (even though I’ve yet to read the 4th one…oops.)
*Oops, that wasn’t Bracken’s first book, but it was the first book I read by her!
So many good books, so little time…better start reading!
Summary: Reader and Sam are together pre season 1, while they’re both at Stanford. They’re young and in love, that is, until Jessica Moore comes along. Sam leaves the reader for Jess, not knowing that the reader is pregnant. Reader takes off and heads towards her old home, meeting some familiar faces (to us anyway) along the way.
Triggers: breakup, pregnancy, cheating, tears. I think that’s it
A.N. - Well here it is folks, the written version of prompt 2. I hope you all enjoy and please let me know how you all liked it!
Light filtered in through the blinds of our bedroom windows, shining in my eyes as I woke. I pulled the blanket tighter across my chest and up over my face, blocking the lights as I turned over and snuggled into the body beside me. His arm wrapped around me subconsciously as he slept, but I soon leaned up, kissing his cheek, then his nose, then his lips. He was smiling now, and I grinned back as his eyes fluttered open. He turned towards me, pulling me in close until he could kiss me properly.
“Good morning” he laughed.
“Morning Sammy” he playfully glared at me for that, and before I knew it, I was on my back with Sam above me, his fingers dancing across my stomach and sides. I laughed as he tickled me, and only when I promised to never call him Sammy again, did he stop. He hovered above me, lips soon descending on mine. When he pulled back, he pecked my nose.
“We have to get up. We’re meeting the transfer students today remember?” I shook my head, hugging him close as he laughed.
“I know, but we have too.” I sighed, looking up and pouting.
“You owe me. This was supposed to be my day off.” Sam smirked, kissing me again before getting up and heading towards the shower. I sighed deeply, laying on the bed as I smiled. Sam was the most amazing person I had met. He was kind, loyal, honest, respectful, he wasn’t selfish. He seemed to be perfect. I smiled stupidly as I remembered the first day I met him.
It had been my first day at Stanford University. Of course I was lost, unable to find my first period much less any of my other classes. Instead I stood like an idiot, trailing up and down hallways looking for the same room over and over again. I was going to be late. Just as I’d finally resigned to just go ask someone, I received a tap on my shoulder. I turned abruptly, practically losing all thought as I took in the man before me. The first thing I noticed was how tall he was. He was at least 6'2. I barely passed 5'3. He had kind hazel eyes, long chestnut hair that hung to his ears, a sweet smile and angular features. And based on the look of his arms in that t-shirt, damn, he was ripped.
“Hi, can I help you?” He laughed in amusement at my late retort but grinned at me nonetheless.
“You look lost. Need help finding your next class?” I bit my lip in uncertainty, not sure if I should trust this seemingly perfect stranger. I looked at his face, and practically felt myself melt. Those eyes of his were now wide and pleading, making him look like a kicked puppy, and I knew I’d given in.
“Yeah, sure, that’d be nice.” He grinned widely at that.
“Cool, so what class are you looking for?”
“We have the same class, follow me.” He led me off in the opposite direction, and I found myself practically running to keep up with his large strides.
“So, sophomore I’m guessing?” I tried to make conversation as we walked, and he shook his head.
“Freshman actually. I got here a week early to find everything.” I smiled innocently.
“So. Smart and handsome. What did you say your name was again?” He looked down at me in amusement at my shameless flirting before he shook his head and grinned.
“I didn’t, but it’s Sam, Sam Winchester.”
It hasn’t taken us long to become close friends, practically attached at the hip. Where one of us was, you’d always find the other. After about six months I noticed how his touch would linger on me for too long to be appropriate for friends, or how increasingly protective he became. And soon, we began a relationship, and it had been the best year of my life.
I snapped out of my thought ms when Sam left the bathroom, towel around his waist and drying his long hair. I grabbed a nice change of clothes, kissed him lightly, and headed towards the bathroom to get ready for the day.
About an hour later, Sam and I stood together outside the admissions office, where most of the transfers were, getting their schedules and having things explained to them. Soon, they all left the office with the head of admission beside them, a list in her hands.
“Alright Sam, Y/N, you have Jessica Moore, Dylan Jennings, and Sarah Bradley.” The three students walked toward us, and I saw Sam’s eyes linger on the beautiful blond named Jessica. I tried to ignore the jealousy turning in my gut, but unbeknownst to me, that was the very moment things started to change.
It took awhile for me to notice. It started off simple enough. Sam didn’t touch me as often. We didn’t kiss as much. I just thought that the honeymoon phase of our relationship was over. I knew that happened, but I wasn’t sure why it was suddenly happening to us. I missed him. It had been seven months like this, and I was tired. After a particularly exciting day, I thought things would start to change. I had news I wanted to share with Sam, certain we’d be okay. I walked up the stairs to our apartment, and I noticed the door was open ever so slightly. Something felt…..off. I stepped inside, immediately wishing I hadn’t. Sam and Jess were on the couch, caught in a passionate lip lock, glasses of wine on the coffee table. They startled apart when I walked in, and I saw Sam’s eyes immediately fill with guilt.
“Sam, please tell me that wasn’t what I think it was.” Jess was quick to leave our apartment, and I didn’t even bother stopping her. My eyes were still locked on Sam.
“Y/N, I didn’t want to hurt you. I swear, I just didn’t know how to tell you.”
“Tell me what Sam? What is it you were so afraid to share with me?”
“I don’t love you anymore.” Five words. Five simple words had the capacity to completely destroy me and my view of the world.
“I just, I didn’t mean for it to happen. After we met Jess I just, stopped feeling as strongly. I know, I sound like a jackass and I’m so sorry. I’ll always love you Y/N. I’m just not in love with you. I’ll move out, you can have the apartment. It’s the least I can do.” I shook my head, fear racing through me.
“Sam you can’t leave. You can’t. I can’t do this without you.” He looked to the ground, holding the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger.
“Do what Y/N?”
“Sam I’m pregnant!” He looked at me in disgust.
“Y/N, stop. I’m not staying, so don’t lie about something as serious as that.”
“Sam I’m not lying!” He still didn’t believe me. He started walking towards the door, and he opened it, and then he stopped. For a moment I thought he would stay, that he realized how stupid it was to think I was lying. But then he spoke.
“I’ll come by tomorrow to get my things.” And he left. I sunk to my knees, staring at the door as my eyes watered. All at once the dam broke, and I leaned my head onto the floor, wrapping both arms protectively around my stomach as I sobbed.
It’s been five days. After Sam left I’d quickly packed my things and made to head back home. I left no note, no number to call, nothing. I left everything that I couldn’t pack into my car, and I drove to the nearest motel. I called my parents, and told them everything that had happened. We agreed I would stay with them until I was back on my feet, and I’d go to the local university until I had something else set up. The next morning, I left California, starting the long drive back to North Carolina.
It was on the second day of my drive that my car broke down somewhere in Oklahoma. There was a vast amount of nothing in either direction, and I had no way of calling for help. Luckily I had enough food and water for about a day, but beyond that I was lost. It was nighttime when a car headed in my direction. I was sitting in the drivers side, leaning against the door when the headlights flooded my eyes and I looked out to see two men approaching my car. I gulped, locking the doors and making sure the windows were rolled up. I dug my pepper spray out of my purse and looked to see the eldest walking towards me. The younger man hung back at their own car. The older man looked at me kindly, seemingly harmless.
“You need some help?” I shook my head quickly, placing a hand over my stomach like it was going to protect the small life inside me. The man noticed the movement immediately and softened even more.
“I promise, I’m not gonna hurt you, or the little one you’re carrying. I just wanted to see if you needed help, I swear.” I stared at him long and hard, looking for any signs that he was lying, and when I found none, I nodded hesitantly. I rolled down the window about two inches and spoke to him.
“I broke down about three hours ago. I’m not sure what’s wrong.” He walked to the front end of my car, then asked me to pop the hood. He rummaged around for a little while before I heard a resigned sigh.
“Looks like your head gasket blew kid. That’s definitely not something I can fix. Do you need a ride? I can get you somewhere if you need it.” I laughed at the horrible irony of my situation before addressing him again.
“I’m on my way to North Carolina.” He nodded, not seeming bothered by this.
“Well guess what, so are we.” After that, the man and his son that I learned was named Dean, helped me grab my bags from my car and stuff them in their truck and whatever area of the back seat I wouldn’t be occupying. Both men were extremely kind, and while I knew I shouldn’t, I found myself trusting them.
After two days we arrived at my home, my parents hugging me tightly as they left the house. John, I’d learned, and Dean helped me take my things inside my old room, and my parents made them sit down to eat as thanks for getting me home safely. I’d learned that John and his son were FBI agents, and ironically enough, they were looking into a case near my hometown. That’s how the friendship between Dean and I bloomed. He came over to the house frequently when he wasn’t working, helping me with basic chores like cooking and dishes. Sometimes he’d help me study. He was kind, and didn’t seem to mind that I was pregnant. He was just angry that my ex hadn’t believed me and left me for another woman. My parents adored him, and I found myself liking him as well. I wasn’t ready or even remotely okay with starting a new relationship, but it was nice having someone to talk to.
It had been three weeks since I left California, and Dean visited me almost every day. That particular day, he’d helped me shop for groceries for dinner, then helped me home. As we left the car and headed inside, I heard the answering machine beep, indicating someone had called.
“Just set it down in the kitchen, I’ll take care of it later.” He smiled and nodded, and I walked over to the answering machine and hit play.
“Y/N. Hey. It’s me. uh, I just wanted to see if you were alright I guess. You just took off, and I assumed you’d head home. I hope you’re okay. I still love you Y/N, maybe not in the way I did before but I do still love you. I’m here if you need anything. I’ll talk to you later I guess. Bye Y/N. Take care of yourself.” I felt tears drop down my face as I listened, feeling my heart break all over again. Damn him.
Dean had just finished taking her groceries into the kitchen. He likes being here, helping her. He liked the feeling of being domestic, having somewhere and someone to go home too. Of course he knew it was ridiculous. He was a hunter, and he loved it, but he loved this too. Normal. He walked back to the living room, seeing her press play on the message she’d missed while they were out.
“Y/N. Hey. Its me. uh, I just wanted to see if you were alright I guess. You just took off, and I assumed you’d head home. I hope you’re okay. I still love you Y/N, maybe not in the way I did before but I do still love you. I’m here if you need anything. I’ll talk to you later I guess. Bye Y/N. Take care of yourself.”
Dean paled at the sound. It wasn’t possible, but there was no way he was wrong. He knew that voice, of course he did. Dean could never mistaken that person….because it was his own brother.