Scrubs Are Not For The Summer
Originally started on: 07/04/2023
Word Count: 434
Omg, I just remembered I'm a writer. XD
Finally got inspired to write something. It's summer and it's hot and I'm all sweaty and muggy and yucky and I hate it!!!
So, I figured why not let my Trau.ma Cen.ter insert suffer with me. Pfft- It was honestly about time I wrote something for this game.
It must be very difficult to work in a hospital when it's so hot outside. I hope they have good air conditioning.
For the record, this takes place after the events of Under The Knife 2.
Doubles DNI. If you ship, Der/Ang (Der.ek X An.gie), please be respectful and don't mention the ship to me, as it makes me uncomfortable. Thanks for understanding!
Tag List: @topstarodeo @rose-wine-selfships @syos-princess @ofieugogyshz @vaporvvave @bipocselfship-archive @so-sang-the-hollow @luvsailor @mystrunmah) Please let me know if you want your name added/removed.) 🙏🏾
"I. hate. Summer." I scorned through clenched teeth, dabbing the beads of sweat off my neck with a paper towel.
"Hate's a strong word to use, Crystal.", Dr. Stiles replied with a chuckle as he handed me a water bottle.
I scoffed and rested it on a nearby desk, glaring at the frosty drops of water dripping off the side.
Unfortunately for us, the air conditioner in the offices broke down, so we were stuck with other options to keep cool when we weren't operating.
Chilled water bottles from the freezer. Fans with rotating heads that didn't have strong enough power.
Those were all fine, but it didn't compare to the cool breeze from the AC. It didn't help that we were stuck in our scrubs.
"You know, we should plan a beach day for the whole office," Derek suddenly declared, his eyes focused on the computer as he looked through various files.
"A beach day, huh? I don't think I'd consider myself a beach type of gal," I scratched my chin before sipping my water. It was definitely needed, especially in this god-awful heat.
"Heh, I'm certain everyone could use a day at the beach once in their life. Besides, wouldn't you prefer to be taking a nice dip in the water instead of getting all muggy in this warm office?"
He did make a good point. Although I've never been to the beach before so...
"What do you think would suit me better- a bikini or a one-piece? Regardless, my ass is gonna be out in public."
I couldn't help but chuckle at that last comment. The sudden pause from the keyboard typing took me out of my funny moment.
"O-oh well uh..."
I looked over and noticed Derek's ears were flushed a bright red.
Was he really imagining me in a swimsuit? Geez, what a perv...
"I think you'd look amazing in anythi- AH!"
My sudden kiss on his burning earlobes left him unable to finish his sentence.
"Wrong answer, Dr. Stiles", I whispered teasingly, giggling as he held his head and his hand.
"Derek, you sly dog. Remind me to give you two plenty of alone time on that company retear to the beach.", another voice exclaimed with a suave tone.
Now it was my turn to get flustered. I whipped my head around to see none other than Tyler himself, a wide smirk spread across his face.
"M-mind your business, Chase!"
He burst into laughter, my face now beginning to burn from embarrassment.
Way to ruin the moment. Note to self: put a lock on Dr. Stiles' office door...
20 notes
·
View notes
So I’ve been reading #Buddie fic again, and there’s an astonishing number of fic out there that have Ana say something to Buck in the line of him needing to back off to make room for her and buck immediately taking it to heart and backing off and like… obviously it makes for great angst but..
okay, my best friend and I are very nearly as codependent as those two are. We have, admittedly, known each other for much longer, and it has never been romantic for either of us, but I can very seriously say that she’s probably the platonic love of my life. It’s like that for her too, and it always has been. And when we both started dating people, obviously our dynamic needed to change a little, but if anyone had ever had the stones to tell me that I was intruding and that she was just a little unsure about how to ask me to back off, I wouldn’t have taken their word for it. I would’ve talked to her and I would have known, from the very depth of my soul, that we were close enough friends to know that she would never pick someone she’d been dating for a few months over me.
Her husband (he’s awesome, we get along great) still jokes that he was more nervous about meeting me than her parents.
And I feel like… when I read buddie with Ana trying to come between them, I keep thinking “but that wouldn’t work. They’re so close, the first thing Buck would do would be to slap Eddie’s arm and go “why wouldn’t you just tell me to go, shithead” and blow whatever subtle manipulation Ana was trying to pull right out of the water.
Anyway, I’m probably projecting a lot, but as someone who has a friendship that rivals Buddie’s (minus the romantic tension), I feel like it wouldn’t work like that?
Someone should just write it. Ana trying to subtly infer that buck should probably go home and that he’s overstaying his welcome and buck promptly turning to Eddie and going “wtf dude you’re supposed to tell me when you need me to clear out so you can get laid”.
19 notes
·
View notes
A sneak peek into my soulmate Buddir AU, featuring a parental soul bond 💛
Eddie suspected that Shannon had never quite forgiven him for turning out to be Christopher’s soulmate either.
Eddie would never forget the feeling he’d had when he’d gotten home between tours and had heard a two-and-a-half year old Christopher scream, “Daddy!” a split second before his forearm had burned as his son’s word etched itself into his skin.
He hadn’t quite been able to believe it until he’d held his little boy in his arms, breathing, “Oh, I missed you so much, mijo,” and Christopher had let out a gasp, squirming until Eddie let him down and they could all see Eddie’s words trace themselves onto Christopher’s tiny arm.
It’d been a magical moment for Eddie, knowing that his son was his, was destined for him just as much as Eddie was destined for him, and it gave him the confidence he’d needed to push back against his parents when they’d tried to imply they knew better than he did, when they’d tried to take Christopher from him as if he wasn’t his son’s soulmate and didn’t know what Christopher needed or wanted.
It’d given him the confidence he needed to uproot his and Christopher’s lives and move to L.A.
And it’d given him the confidence to walk into the station today, to change in this ridiculous glass locker room, and it was going to give him the confidence he needed to walk out and meet the people he was going to have to trust with his life on a daily basis.
22 notes
·
View notes