Ruin my chances at my dream job, will you? Please, let me return the favor.
(long story. tl;dr at the end)
I am a nurse. When I was in nursing school, I loved my rotation through ICU and wanted nothing more than to be an ICU nurse, because I eventually wanted to become a nurse anesthetist (ICU experience is required for anesthesia school). My first job after graduation was not in ICU, but after 10 months as a nurse, I was offered a position in a Multi-system ICU. It was a training program for new nurses and I was told I would get 16 weeks of training. Fantastic! I was so excited! Then right before I started, I was told, oops, no, you actually only get 6 weeks of training. Um, okay, kind of concerned that that’s not enough time, but I’m going to try my best. I was somewhat apprehensive, but still excited. Until I met my preceptor.
This girl was undoubtedly intelligent and knew her job, but she was so mean to me that I was regularly having near-panic attacks in the few weeks I worked there. She would send huge emails to the educator about how much I sucked, and would ream me out in front of other staff and patients (one time one of the other nurses had to intervene). The other girl who started the program at the same time as me even said how awful my preceptor was being to me. She was also arrogant as fuck, and always bragged about shit, like how her fiancé (who was a practicing nurse anesthetist and made a lot of money) paid all this money for her engagement ring, and paid all this money for his surprise proposal, and how once they were married and had kids if she wanted a thousand dollar baby stroller, that’s what he was going to buy her, and how her wedding was going to be so big and fancy and expensive and perfect. And she was one of those people who was “super Christian,” and was fake nice and passive aggressive when talking to you that it starts to make you wonder if you’re crazy for seeing the vile in them. I hated her with the fire of a thousand burning suns.
Witnessed baby of the year on the metro today. This little guy was being held by his mom and sat next to my mom together with his older brother. He saw his brother eat puff corn and just reached into the bag. Instead of eating one himself he started feeding his brother. So helpful. Then his mom noticed he was in his socks and shocked goes like “why are you in your socks?? did you drop your shoes somewhere???”. This baby just took off his shoes randomly and was living the breezy life feeding his brother puff corns on the subway. Respect.
A/N: So I recently bought a Yankees’ cap (why? ‘Cause I’ve always liked the New York Yankees even though I don’t really follow baseball) and I feel like this would be how Chris would react if his girl wore anything that didn’t celebrate his Bostonian roots. I’m doing this as a part two to the first play fight one, where they 'argued’ about the Patriots jersey Y/N had on.
“Can you hurry it up?” Chris called from the front door as you finished your smoothie in the kitchen. “I know it’s only nine, but it’s quite a drive and I don’t know what traffic’s going to be like.” You made some noise with your mouth full to tell him you’d heard him. “Tick tock, Y/N!” He called louder, trying not to laugh when he heard you make a frustrated sound with your throat. “We don’t have all day!”
You and Chris were driving to the other side of town to pick up a gift for your best friend’s baby shower which was in a few days. You’d ordered the top of the market baby stroller she’d been talking about for a while now; it was in the exact same baby blue color she’d painted her nursery, as well as engraved with the name her and her husband had chosen for their first born son. It was the perfect gift, the only problem was that instead of having it delivered- you’d accidentally chose the option to pick it up yourself at the branch on the other side of town. You’d tried to correct your mistake, but it was too late- your personalized stroller was waiting for you three and a half hours away. You were lucky your husband loved you and your best friend as much as he did otherwise you would’ve had a huge mess on your hands. He offered to drive, turning the mistake into a fun road trip instead.
“I’m coming!” You called back with a frown as you washed your glass. “We’ve still got plenty of time. Even with traffic, we’re going to make it. The store doesn’t close till eight, so can you just relax?” You grabbed your phone and cap, tugging it over you head as you made your way to the front door.
“Honest to God, you’re such a-” He cut himself off when he saw you. His jaw dropped and he stared at you with absolute horror, “oh my God.” His comment made your eyes narrow in confusion. You were about to ask what he was going on about when he asked, “what the hell is on your head?”
“Um…” Your eyes darted up towards your cap. “A cap?” You’d completely forgotten you’d grabbed the Yankees hat Sebastian gave you for your birthday, the one Chris had made you swore you’d never wear because it was a 'betrayal’ to him and your marriage; he was an extremist, that one. “I don’t under-”
“You’re fucking wearing a Yankees cap,” he cut you off with a chuckle. “Seriously?” He asked as you confirmed his accusation. “Are we seriously going to do this again?” He tried not to smile when he remembered how the last play fight went; you’d worn a Falcons jersey courtesy of Octavia Spencer and you’d both ended up in the pool. “Take it off.” He told you when you’d tugged it back over your head. “We’re not going anywhere with you in that piece of trash.”
“Okay,” you laughed. “You need to calm down, mister. This was a birthday present from Seb and it’s one of my most comfortable caps. So no, I am not going to take it off because you can’t handle seeing merchandise from teams that aren’t yours.” He pressed his lips tightly together, squinting at you evilly. “Let’s go, weren’t you worried we weren’t going to make it in time?”
“Yes, but I can’t take you anywhere in that hat.”
“Chris,” you laughed and pinching his face in one of your hands. He tried not to laugh as you squished his cheeks, “it’s only cute when I’m in the mood. I’m not changing my hat, okay?” He scrunched his nose at you and you chuckled. “What’s wrong with the Yankees anyway?” You quizzed as you dropped your hand. “They’re a good team.”
“How. Dare. You?” He punctuated each word, emphasizing his shock and horror.
“Let’s just go, you dork.” You slipped your hand in his and pulled a laughing him out of the front door. “I don’t even know why you’re so offended.” You told him as he locked the front door; he glanced back at you with a face that said it all, making you laugh. “It’s not like I support the team, I don’t even like sports.”
“She says to her husband who is a sports fanatic,” he said monotonously in a teasing manner; you laughed. “It’s offensive because you’re married to a Bostonian and you should be supporting The Patriots and The Red Socks.” You rolled your eyes at that. “Just so you know, my mom would kill you if she saw that on your head.”
“She has and she didn’t.” You told him as you walked towards the car. His eyes narrowed because he didn’t believe you, and you teased him as you both got into the car, “not everyone is as petty as you, Evans.”
“True, but I know my mom and she’s as petty as me.” That wasn’t true. “C'mon, where do you think I get it from?” He joked as he turned the key in the ignition; the engine purred. “We got into a huge argument after I had to wear a Yankees hat for Nanny Diaries. Huge,” he emphasized, “Y/N.”
“That’s a fake story,” you laughed and he bit back his smile as he pulled the car out of the driveway. “You may be able to trick interviewers, Christopher.” He chuckled as he took your hand in his, bringing it to his lips. “But I’m your wife and I know everything about you.”
“Then you should know not to wear that hat,” he mumbled into your skin and you yanked your hand away, rolling your eyes. “God.” You both burst out laughing when you caught each others’ gazes. “You’re lucky I love you more than I hate that team.”
“You’re ridiculous,” you laughed.
“About as ridiculous as you in that hat.”
“Oh my God,” you laughed harder, causing the corners of your eyes to crinkle which made Chris smile. “Are you honestly that annoyed by this hat?” You asked and he nodded. “Okay,” you chuckled. “If were wearing said hat when we first met, would you have approached me?”
“I’d like to say yes,” he winced and you laughed. “But the answer’s probably not.”
“So you would’ve been willing to miss out on this incredible life all because of a hat?”
“Funny,” he glanced at you with a cheeky grin, “I was just about to ask you the same thing.”
“Once again,” you shook your head, laughing, “you’re ridiculous.”
“I know,” he chuckled and you smiled. His ridiculous and childish behavior was part of his incredible charm; you’d never fallen for him if he wasn’t exactly the way he was. “Now aren’t you glad we met at a fancy Vanity Fair party where tasteless caps weren’t part of the dress code?”
“Goooooood,” you groaned loudly and he joined in. Both of you were trying not to laugh as you feigned annoyance because you both found your partner and everything they did adorable. “I should have never married you, Chris Evans.”
“Yeah,” he agreed, nodding. “But it’s too late now,” he winked as he wiggled his ring finger. His platinum band shimmered under the sunlight and you felt the smile on your lips grow even wider. You’d been together for four and a half years now, yet you still woke up each morning feeling like you were living in your wildest, happiest dreams. He took your hand, squeezing it tightly before entwining his fingers with yours. “You’re stuck with me, kid,” he said with a handsome grin.
“Bummer,” you teased, winking. “But hey, since we’re stuck with each other- Let me make things a little easier on you. You don’t like seeing this hat on me, right?” He made his 'duh’ face and you laughed as you pulled it off and placed it in your lap, straightening your hair with your free hand. “Well I love my husband and I don’t want to upset him, so- I’ll oblige.”
“Thank you,” he smiled.
“But I still need a hat, so-” you pulled his NASA cap from his head and he chuckled as you put it on yours. “But then-” you tried not to smile too wide as the hand in his tightened its grip, and the other prepared to yank Chris’ worst enemy on his head. “So do you.” You saw Chris realize what was happening before it happened; his eyes widened and he shook his head. “Ah, perfect.” You tugged it onto his head and he almost lost control of the car. “My handsome Yankees man. Navy blue suits you, baby,” you teased.
“Are you insane? Don’t do that while I’m driving, I could’ve gotten us killed.” He laughed when you did. “My instant reflex is to slap that piece of shit off my head,” he told you and you laughed harder. “Okay,” he chuckled. “You’ve had your fun, now get it off my head. You go ahead and wear it all you want, but don’t make me wear it. I swear it’s like burning my skin.” That comment made your stomach hurt from laughing too much. “Y/N, I’m serious!” He tried not to laugh but he couldn’t help himself. “Give me-” he tried to pull his hand from your grip but you tightened it. “Give me my hand!”
“No,” you giggled. “I like you in that cap, you look so dignified.”
“You’re going to get it when we get home,” he playfully warned with a smirk.
“You promise?” You bit your lower lip, smirking as flirtatiously as he was.
it’s 1am and i get on the bus and this lady is there with one of those covered baby strollers and i was thinking “wow that baby has such a late bedtime” but thenBUT THEN i saw something move through this lil screen thing it turned out to be a PUPPY in the STROLLER and i’ve never identified with anyone more than this lady with her puppy stroller
After a morning of my kid thrashing playing in her room, my room and the hallway, I (finally) decided to do a few 20/10s. Here are the results:
20/10 #1: MY ROOM
Unseen: a makeshift laundry room to the right of the picture, with a washing machine, an ironing board and a clothesline tied to the door handle and a stroller with a baby doll and a Mia fairy on it (cause why not? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)
Seen but not dealt with yet: the “invisible corner” to the left of the bed. Please disregard for now.
(Also, I had time leftover to clean the windowsill where my succulents live =) )
20/10 #2: THE HALLWAY, PT. 1
[Meet Polly and Rufus. They’re in mandatory recovery in our veterinary clinic.]
This 20/10 involved a lot of moving things to the other area of the hallway (where the light is coming from). So anything that I couldn’t put in its place right away was deferred to a later 20/10.
20/10 #3: HER ROOM, PT. 1
I chickened out of doing the hallway… (aka, the Anti-UFYH)
So into the kid’s room I went!
There’s a lot more mess in the room, but a 20/10 was only enough time to put her clothes away and to choose and sort her accessories. It was actually a 30/0, since I used those 10 minutes to rainbow her hair clips:
How deeply satisfying that is.
Meanwhile, this happened…
Aaaand then a mix of fatigue and nausea happened and I decided to stop for the day.
I found that doing 20/10s is not as disruptive as I thought it would be. As much as I’m used to doing marathons of organizing, purging and cleaning – and then feeling so depleted and sick of it that I leave it alone for days (or weeks… or months!) –, pacing myself might be a better way to go at it. Also, it really helps to have a game plan and the before pictures for reference =).
Words: 5.8k Genre: Angst, Fluff, smidgen of Smut Summary: In the moment of your death, Heaven drops the hammer of punishment; making him travel back in time to relive memories that can never be changed. Seven memories. Seven minutes in each. Seven seconds before they are ripped away. Warning: Mentions of death and other sensitive things. Tread carefully.
He is helpless. Frustrated. He’s caught in a blind rage that doesn’t allow him to understand why you said the things you said, why you did what the things you did but then the words spew out of his lips without mercy. When the tears cloud your eyes and you rip your gaze away from him, before he can even utter ‘I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it’, you had already said in the calmest voice-
“We are not doing this here.”
Without looking once back, you ran ahead of him, picking up the pace as much your legs could muster while leaving Jin behind you, feeling helpless and frustrated. He watches as your form disappears meters ahead, amongst the crowds as the glow of the street lamps cast shadows on the pavement; they laugh mockingly at him and follow like tails as he begins to race.
Derek groaned as he let go of his pull up bar, he couldn’t even workout in peace.
He looked at his annoying phone and saw that it was (Y/N) calling him.
He hit accept and put the phone up to his ear.
‘What do you want?’
‘Hey Derek, quick little weird question for you. Did you have a one night stand a few months back, maybe a year?’
'What?’ Derek asked in surprise.
'Or maybe a relationship that you got a little sexually comfortable in that ended in her leaving and not coming back?’ (Y/N) continued.
’(Y/N) what the hell are you talking about?’ Derek asked getting tired of not knowing what she talking about.
'Is there a possibility that you have a kid?’
'And I repeat, what the hell are you talking about?’ Derek said angrily.
'I found a baby, a werewolf baby.’
'What?!’ Derek roared into the phone.
'Shhh! I just got him to calm down.’ she hissed.
Derek took a deep breath to calm himself enough to talk without yelling.
'Where did you find a baby?’
'Just on the edge of town in a ditch on the side of the road. I was going to pick up some herbs for Uncle Deaton when I heard him crying by a cluster of wolfsbane flowers.’ (Y/N) answered.
‘How do you know its werewolf?’
‘Maybe because most babies don’t flash alpha red eyes.’ she snarked.
‘Wait, red eyes?’ Derek asked as panic built up in lungs.
‘Yes, red eyes.’
‘(Y/N), get the hell out of there NOW! Take the kid and get here as fast as you can.’ Derek ordered.
‘Why?’ she asked but Derek could hear her panting as she ran along with little baby gurgling noises in the background.
‘If that baby is an alpha then that means his pack is dead, if they’re dead someone killed them you idiot. Now hurry up and get here, I’ll call everyone .’ Derek explained.
‘I’ll call the sheriff and tell him to search the area for a body, this baby didn’t crawl all the way out there by himself. If the baby got the alpha power then that means the alpha was killed by someone who couldn’t take the alpha’s power.’ (Y/N) worked out.
‘Hunters.’ Derek growled.
‘Alright, so we know how the baby became alpha and who killed its pack. Now we need to know who his pack was, how he got in that ditch and what the hell are we gonna do with him.’ (Y/N) summarized.
‘OK, I’m texting everyone now, you call the sheriff and get that strip of road searched. Tell them to search it top to bottom, I know hunters and hunters are thorough when it comes to clean up.’ Derek said before he hung up and texted everyone to get to the loft now.
Within thirty minutes the loft was full of pack mates, all of them waiting for (Y/N) to come in.
‘What is taking her so long?’ Allison asked.
‘I’m here, I’m here.’
Everyone looked over as she came in pushing a baby stroller with a huge diaper bag hanging from one of the handles.
‘Sorry had to stop and pick up some things you know.’ she explained.
Everyone crowded the stroller and looked at the baby, he had big brown eyes, cute little baby nose and cute little cheeks.
The baby boy was adorable.
Stiles phone vibrated and he quickly checked it, and everyone looked to him waiting for the news.
‘They found a body a three miles out of town, female, mid twenties…tied to a tree, cut in half but a apparently blunt object.’ Stiles said sorrowfully.
There was a moment of silence before Derek finally broke it by punching wall and letting out a roar of pure anguish.
‘Derek…’ (Y/N) tried as she approached him carefully.
‘If we’re the monsters then what the hell are they?’ Derek growled.
‘They’re demons, hiding behind a title they don’t deserve and a code they don’t follow.’ Allison said.
Derek sighed and rubbed his face.
‘Could they identify her?’ he asked.
‘Uh yes, her prints were in the system. Jesie Baker, got into a fist fight at a basketball game.’
‘The Baker’s Pack, my mom and their alpha had a peace treaty since the territories were so close. She wouldn’t have crossed the city line unless she had no choice.’ Derek said.
‘She left the baby to be found, rescued.’ Isaac added.
‘What do we do now? Find the hunters, make them pay?’ Stiles asked.
‘No, if we do that we are no better than them.’ Scott said calmly.
‘These hunters were sloppy, leave them to the cops.’ Lydia suggested.
‘It’s out of my dad’s jurisdiction, so unless they come after us-’ Stiles started but was cut of by loud baby wail.
‘Oh oh shhh…shhh little guy.’ (Y/N) cooed as she picked the baby up from the stroller.
‘He needs his diaper changed.’ Scott whined holding his nose.
‘Oh, thanks.’ she said as she dug in the bag for a diaper.
After the baby was nice and baby powder fresh.
‘Now onto the most important question, who is gonna watch this kid? We can’t just put him in a home, they might get upset when he goes furry at age three.’ (Y/N) asked as she rocked the baby.
‘You.’ everyone said at once.
‘W-what? Why does it have to me?’ she asked.
‘Clearly you have motherly instincts and none of us can change a diaper.’ Lydia stated.
‘I can’t just raise a baby on my own, a were wolf baby at that. I need help.’ she pointed out.
‘Well, looky here a full born werewolf who knows plenty about werewolf babies. Derek can help.’ Stiles smiled.
‘Excuse me?’ Derek glared.
‘Come on Derek, you know all about this stuff, help her out.’ Scott urged.
‘Plus its only logical it be you two to look after the kid. In case you haven’t noticed, you two are the only ones here out of high school.’ Allison added in.
Derek huff at the fact that she had a valid point.
‘Fine, (Y/N) go get some clothes from your apartment, you can stay here until we found out what to do with him permanently.’ Derek sighed.
‘OK, last question before I leave, what do we call him? We cant just refer to him as the baby.’ (Y/N) pointed out.
‘His name is Jacob Baker, I kept contact with the Bakers after I left town, I heard about them having their third son a few months back.’ Derek answered.
‘Well can you watch Jacob while I go get my things?’ (Y/N) asked.
‘Yeah, and everyone can go home now too.’ Derek said.
Once the loft was cleared out Derek took the baby from his stroller and held the infant close to his chest.
‘I’m sorry for what you had to go through tonight, and I’m sorry it happened while you were so young. Just know your parents loved you, and I’m going to make sure you’re going to be OK.’
You are a mother of 3 years old daughter Jiyoona and G-Dragon is her father. You kept her as a secret.
After 4 years after you left him, you meet him again at the park and he wants to take responsibility of being a father.
But did you let him, after 4 years, without telling him you were carrying his baby?
I am writing an essay tomorrow with the theme: Romeo and Juliet.. Wish me luck ^^. I hope you liked the last G-Dragon scenario: going to MAMA together, and I hope you like this one too. Thank you for all the support <3
You were walking through the park with a baby stroller and your 3 years old cute little daughter in it. You had no idea you might run to your ex-boyfriend-Jiyong. You had great times with him. You were in love. But he took his job as a priority and that’s why you left him, without telling you are carrying his baby. You let Jiyoona play on the playground when a man approached you. You saw familiar brown eyes when he took off his sunglasses. “Hello, Y/N.” It was him. Jiyong. *FLASHBACK* You wrote a note: I’m sorry, but I’m leaving. Don’t search for me, Don’t cry over me. I’ll miss you, Y/N The tears kept falling down while you walked downstairs to your car. You remembered he bought you this car, so it wasn’t legally yours, you walked to the bus station, wondering where should you go now. Your parents weren’t an option, but you still had your best friend. You called her and she didn’t mind if you stayed for some time until you find yourself an apartment. You were so grateful for her. You had many friends, but none of them were so connected to you as your best friend from childhood. You had so many memories together. You fought sometimes, but couldn’t be without each other for more than 1 day. You came to her house, crying. She was comforting me and kept saying how she’ll always be there for you. “Don’t worry, you’ll get an apartment and you’ll give a birth to a beautiful baby, okay? I’ll always be with you.” Her voice so calm and full of worry. You appreciated her a lot. *END OF FLASHBACK* You picked up Jiyoona and put her in the baby stroller. You had two possibilities. Talk with him or ignore him. You tried walking away but he followed you. “WHY?” he said a bit louder, scaring Jiyoona, who looked up at him. “Please, just go away.” you said to him, without looking at his face. He stopped you. “Let’s talk. I just want to talk. Is she… well… you know… is she mine? I mean it’s been almost 4 years and she must be at least 3 years old…. Tell me.” You kept thinking in your mind, deciding whether to tell him or not. You were alone for 4 years, raising her… But she should at least know who her father is. And he must know about her. “She’s yours. What are you going to do now? Introduce her to the public? Visit her secretly until paparazzi find out about her? That’s why I left, Ji. I don’t want her to be famous, she should at least have a normal childhood.” He was surprised how you were upset. He would never think of a good reason why you left. Now it was right in front of him. He kneeled and gave her hand and said hello then stared at hair eyes for a few moments. “Let’s just go to your apartment to think about this, okay? I’m upset because you didn’t tell me about her. I have the right to know. I would’ve been there for you and her…” You couldn’t keep hearing his empty promises and interrupted him. “Like you’ve been there for me when I needed you? Yeah thanks, but no thanks. If she’d knew who her father was she would just keep thinking you are just an acquaintance. I’m sorry, but let’s just leave this. If you really want to get to know her you’ll have to promise to be there for her. You can’t leave her like you left me. That’s the reason why I left you. You didn’t stay you always just left.” He remembered all of the fights you went through when he came back home after 2 days being away and working for a couple days straight. He regretted that a lot. He wanted to be a good father and keep her daughter happy. He really wanted to make an effort. She is part of him too. He wanted to be a part of her life. “I promise, I’ll do anything to make you both happy. That is the past, please give me another chance.” You never thought you’ll hear him asking for another chance. You always thought you would be the one crawling back to him. ‘It won’t be very bad if he comes over a couple times and plays with her, I guess.’ you thought. “Okay, I’ll let you see her. You can come whenever you want and come over to get to know her. We’ll see what happens next.” you agreed with him. He stayed with you and asked you how you were. You felt uncomfortable because he was there. He just came back and you agreed to let him meet Jiyoona. “Can I talk with her?” he asked and you nodded. You saw his smile when you answered him. “Hi, little girl. What’s your name?” he asked with cute voice. She was shy for a moment and started to cry, but you stopped and you all sat on the bench. “It’s okay, Yoonie, do you remember how I talked about your daddy? Say hello, he finally came back. Look it’s daddy.” She stopped crying and looked at him. Of course, she was still scared of him. He was still a stranger to her. That was the problem, he came in her life now, when she started realizing things and spoke clearly. It made everything confusing for her. She was almost 4 years old and now all of a sudden she gets to meet her father. You know she won’t accept him now. But she’ll get used to him being around.He felt upset because he spent all these 4 years thinking why you left, writing songs about you, he cried. When he saw that note he broke. You wrote you don’t want him to find you, telling him not to cry. He thought it was unfair that you kept her away from him. He was glad he found you. When he saw you walking on the sidewalk earlier he decided to follow you, he was really curious if you cheated on him or if you were babysitting or in the best chance that baby in the baby stroller was his. He was the happiest when you told him she was his. “Hello, what’s your name, cutie?” “Ji…yoona. What is your name?” she asked him back. You always wanted her to be polite to everyone ever since she was a baby. “Aiiiigooo ~~ You are so cute~~ I’m Jiyong, but you should call me appa.” They ended up playing together at the playground and you felt happy. You were happy. He was happier. She was the happiest.