askbigbrolucifer:

heart-on-her-sleeve:

askbigbrolucifer:

heart-on-her-sleeve:

“I mean, I don’t blame you, the cable package in hospitals is the worst. It’s like they want their patients to be bored all day,” Tom sighed with a smirk on his face. “I guess I got here just before you died of boredom then, hm?”

“It really is the worse I mean people feel bad as is no need to bore them to death” he said snorting lightly giving the other a small smile giggling lightly blushing giving the other a shy look “Your just in time..my hero you saved the day”

“I guess if they bore their patients to death, then at least they’re at a hospital, right?” Tom smiled, tilting his head as he looked at Gerard. “Hero, you say? Maybe I’ll have to figure out my hero hair here pretty soon,” he grinned.

“This is true..if you bore your patients to death at least there in here for care” he mused smiling a bit as he gave a small nod blushing clearing his throat as he looked to the other in thought “I like your hair like this personally, just the way it is it’s very hero like in my opinion”

Tom sat up in his chair at Gerald’s compliment, raising his hand to run his fingers through his hair.  He wasn’t great at taking compliments about his appearance, but he knew he needed to respond somehow. “You think? It’s kind of floppy now, it’s been a while since I had it cut.” 

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As the days passed, Tom came and visited everyday when his shift was over, and between patients he would poke his head in to bring a smile to Gerard’s face. The day before Gerard’s discharge, Tom was sitting in the room with Gerard, the pair flipping through the crappy channels on the tv in an attempt to find a movie to watch. 

There was a knock on the door and a doctor entered. “Mr. Mikaelson? I’d like to go over some discharge instructions before you leave tomorrow,” he started, closing the door behind him as he moved to the foot of the bed. He nodded at Tom, knowing full well who the man was. “You’ve suffered some pretty significant lung damage due to smoke inhalation, and during your admission, you’ve been on antibiotics to fight the infection that set in, as well as oxygen. You’ll need to continue both of these after your discharge tomorrow, and you’ll need someone to help you around at home. I’d highly recommend a home nurse, but if you have someone who knows about the severity of your condition and how the home equipment works, I’d be happy to sign off on bypassing the home nurse.”

Tom looked from Gerald back to the doctor. “I’d be happy to help, I mean, if you’d have me. I can take some vacation time while you get back on your feet at home and things get stabilized.”

infiniitefrequency:

“You really can’t go wrong with ginger snaps,” Ray smiled, plopping down at the table. He grabbed a ginger snap, taking a bite before continuing. “During Hannukah, my grandparents would always make the sweets. Sufganiyot and rugelach are the traditional names, and they’re delicious. I think I have a recipe somewhere.”

“I … have no idea what those words mean, but I am interested.” Nate took the two mugs that appeared, moving to sit across from him, “What do they taste like, and look like? My mom wasn’t so much a cook, as a … letting dad have everything catered so she could have a glass off wine.”

“Well, sufganiyot are similar to jelly doughnuts sprinkled in powdered sugar, and rugelach are like pinwheel cookies. Flaky dough with either chocolate, cinnamon, or jam in the swirl,” Ray mused, taking another bite of his cookie, finishing it off. “Maybe catered food was the way to go? That way it practically had to be good, right?”

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  • NAME: Kylee
  • PRONOUNS: She/her
  • ZODIAC SIGN: Gemini
  • AGE: 23
  • BLOGS: Cisco Ramon & Multi-Muse

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  • HOW LONG (MONTHS/YEARS?): Since 2013?
  • PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED:  kik, tumblr, discord
  • BEST EXPERIENCE: writing Cisco when The Flash first started, really delving into his backstory and coming up with headcanons. writing with so many amazing people who had so much muse for their characters, willing to write with everyone and anyone.

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  • FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT: Angst is my default, but I also LOVE fluff
  • PLOTS OR MEMES: Both! I LOVE answering memes, as it helps to boost my muse. I usually leave it up to the sender of the meme to determine whether we continue that meme as a thread. I also love plotting and coming up with a storyline for out muses that we get to play out through our threads.
  • LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: Depends on the muse, honestly. I find that I’m more motivated to write when the replies are longer, but sometimes all you need is a few sentences and a line of dialogue to get the point across.
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le-roi-loup:

heart-on-her-sleeve‌:

plotted starter for @le-roi-loup

He slowly weaved in and out of dancing couples, seeking his next victim. Stefan had been on a wild bender for several days now, with no end in sight. Booze and blood – just the way he liked it. As he found his prey, he took a few steps before he felt a firm hand on his shoulder, holding him in place. Stefan turned his head, looking at the person to whom the hand belonged to. “Can I help you?”

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                       In over nine-hundred years, Klaus Mikaelson had never found an age which suited him better than the 1920′s. The decade had only just begun, and while tragedy and loss were still a fresh wounds for him, he found distraction in the booze, jazz and easy access of blood. While he and his family had to play it careful in New Orleans once they set the city up as a safe haven for all supernatural beings, here he could be his true self.

                      Night after night, Klaus partook in every whim that he fancied. Life was an endless party and that suited him just fine. His favorite sibling became his partner in crime, and Rebekah had seemed to flourish as well, giving him a sense of pride. Though, despite the debauchery and free wheeling, even Klaus knew the boundary of what was acceptable. He would toe the line but never cross it, since he didn’t want to do anything to upset his new life.

                      Unfortunately for him, the handsome, yet reckless, blonde man on the dance floor didn’t seem to share that priority. Finishing his old fashioned, he decided to do something about it. Once he had the man’s attention, Klaus put on one of his more charming smiles. ❝ You’re starting to attract attention. I’m rather fond of this club and don’t feel like being chased out. Perhaps take it to the alley? ❞ He let his eyes sweep over the man for a moment, reconsidering as he found himself intrigued. ❝ Or come join me for a real drink.  ❞

Attract attention? Him? Never. “ Is that so? Who appointed you my keeper?Stefan quipped, tugging his shoulder from the man’s grip and turning to face the other. He preferred to attract at least a little attention. Just so long as he could compel them to forget, Stefan was content with attracting said attention.  I’m more of a solo man when it comes to drinking. A lone wolf, if you will.

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lagaudiiere:

Send A Symbol To Explain Why We’re Not RPing Yet

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☁ – I’m worried you only RP with a certain group of people.
♛ – I wrote you a starter and you haven’t replied yet…
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infiniitefrequency:

“Did you say spiked eggnog?” Ray’s ears practically perked up. “While I don’t celebrate Christmas, I do love cookies and spiked eggnog.”

“I mean, holiday treats have mostly been co-opted by Christmas capitalism, but I do just love little ginger snap cookies.” He pulled a tray out of the fabricator, and slid them onto the table before turning back, “Gideon, two rum infused eggnogs please, extra nutmeg.”

“So what food and drink traditions did you do growing up for Hannukah?”

“You really can’t go wrong with ginger snaps,” Ray smiled, plopping down at the table.

He grabbed a ginger snap, taking a bite before continuing. “During Hannukah, my grandparents would always make the sweets. Sufganiyot and rugelach are the traditional names, and they’re delicious. I think I have a recipe somewhere.”

huntresscaraquinn:

heart-on-her-sleeve‌:

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He slowly turned the key in the ignition, afraid that she might take one of his movements as hostile. His movements continued to be slow as he buckled his seat belt & adjusted the rearview mirror. He glanced at his assailant before fixing his eyes on the road. Tom sat rigid in his seat as he drove, following the directions the woman instructed. His mind raced, trying to figure out how he could possibly get out of this situation. “What do you want from me?” He asked, his voice shaking ever so slightly.

Normally most kidnappers would be angry if the person or persons they took tried to sneak a peak at them in any way, but it was different for Cara; he was going to have to look at her sooner or later. The goal was to be long gone by the time he inevitably went to the authorities. And instead of answering his question, she decided to ask one of her own, “…There was a girl you brought in a few hours ago. About fifteen years old. Lilah.” One of the few words she’d managed to utter after Cara saved her life, sitting beside the girl’s broken form until the paramedics finally arrived and she was forced to flee. “…Is she going to make it?”

Tom sighed at the memory of the patient he’d helped. Lilah. It was a hard call – one of the hardest he’s had in a while. “I’m not really supposed to share information about patients, but seeing as I have a gun to my back…” Tom’s voice trailed, knowing he could lose his job if he shared information about patients. Would he rather lose his job or his life? He blinked, hard, as the bright lights from a passing car jolted him from his thoughts. “It was a tough call. She was pretty beaten up. Broken bones, blood loss, in and our of consciousness. We spent over 10 minutes on her before we were able to safely transport her. When we left the hospital, she was in surgery.” Tom decided he’d rather lose his job than his life and spilled the beans. He technically didn’t share any personal information about the patient, so maybe he’d be in the clear. He tightened his grip on the wheel as he made the next turn. “You didn’t answer my question.”

askbigbrolucifer:

heart-on-her-sleeve:

Stefan nodded as he listened to Miles talk. It was always nice listening to others, in his opinion. “I see similarities, but I think you’re more different than you think. You’re already more expressive of your emotions than I think he ever was around me, anyway.” Stefan turned his head and looked at Miles, a smile pulling at his lips as Miles turned back to look forward. 

“Piano, huh? You’ll have to play for me sometime,” Stefan quipped, knowing that he and Damon had a grand piano, but it was only kept up because he insisted that he was going to learn one of these days, but never has. “And maybe you can teach me over a glass of whiskey sometime.”

“You think so? I was always told other wise..maybe because I’m around company I actually like perhaps that is the change” he said with a nod giving a small smile he saw out of his side view the man looking towards him.

“You what to hear me play? Huh most find it boring that I know at least I would love to put on a concert for you” he said smiling happily as he looked back to the man with excitement in his eyes and voice you could tell he really loved music “and yes of course I’ll teach you..Don’t mean to gloat but I am a prodigy”

“Of course I think so, Miles.” He paused, taking the weight of what the man said before starting again. “I’m glad you enjoy being around me, and I’m sorry you haven’t been surrounded by good people longer.” 

Stefan pursed his lips in an attempt to hide his grin. “It’s okay to gloat. If you’re good, you’re good! Can’t say I’m really a prodigy in anything important,” he confessed, humming lightly. “I’d love more than anything to hear you play. I have a nice piano back at my home, maybe we can visit sometime.”

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