#I guess it's a “good reason” for Walter to blow off some steam

[lexumpysfunland]

I want to chloroform your stanley and see Walter react to Him passing out suddenly… or you could just make him faint or sumthin idk

he won't even let you get close to Stanley with that idea in mind... anything for Stanley's safety~

[chachkayes]

Opening Up

Sooooo... @herrera-n-hayes and I conveniently and coincidentally wrote up the same outlines for two seperate Merhayes fics, with each of us using a Waitress title - she wrote about Hayes opening up to his dad about Meredith, while I wrote about Meredith opening up to Dr. Carr (her therapist) about Hayes. So we decided to release them on the same day as each other. We never even discussed these fics together before writing them so I think that’s just a bit more proof that we’re practically the same person. Anyways, enjoy the fic :)

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“It’s happening again.” Meredith bust open the door to Walter Carr’s office, slamming the door shut behind her. “A calm ‘hello’ might’ve sufficed, Meredith. Is that mood back?” Dr. Carr looked up at his long-time patient. “Yes.” Meredith paced the room, her frustration building. “May I ask why?” Walter Carr asked as he sat back in his chair, not really knowing what to expect from Meredith. Meredith stopped pacing and faced her therapist. “Alex left. And I’m alone again. And I’m pissed about it.” Meredith crossed her arms. “Okay, Meredith, you and I both know that Alex’s leaving is only part of the reason as to why you’re so upset. You’ve never been in moods like this and have it be solely for one reason.” Meredith rolled her eyes at Dr. Carr’s words. “So, instead of standing there looking at me like I’ve said the most heinous thing on the face of the earth, why don’t you sit down and tell me every little thing that’s making you upset, and maybe we’ll get to the root of this. We did last time.” Dr. Carr told Meredith calmly. She huffed and begrudgingly sat down in the chair across from his desk. “So, start from the beginning, and we’ll go from there.”

Meredith shifted in her seat and sighed. “I am mad that Alex left. I’m so upset about it, every second of the day. I miss having him around to tease, to hug, to get advice from, and to yell at when I need to blow off some steam. I had Andrew too, but then he went and made an insensitive comment about Alzheimer’s and then yelled at me and broke up with me in the middle of the hallway. So now he’s gone too, and I’m practically alone, and I’m pissed.” Walter nodded along as Meredith ranted. “What do you mean by ‘practically alone?’ That insinuates that you’re not as alone as you say you are.” Meredith was taken aback by Dr. Carr’s insight. “Well of course I’m not alone – there’s Maggie, Amelia, Jo, Bailey, Richard… and now even Hayes. But none of them are my Alex. Even though I’m not alone, it still feels lonely sometimes.” Meredith corrected herself. “Hayes? Hmm. I haven’t heard that name before.” Dr. Carr told Mer. She shifted in her seat a little more and felt herself getting a little flustered. “Oh, that’s a long story.” “Well, it’s a good thing we’ve got time.” Dr. Carr shot back at Meredith’s attempt to deflect. He could tell by the way she said his name that he probably played a piece in the mood as well, albeit not how. “Cristina sent him as a gift of some sort during the trial for my license.” Walter looked confused at Meredith. “Cristina sent a… person? As a present?” She laughed at Walter’s confusion. “I couldn’t explain her full logic if I tried. But yes, technically. And I didn’t even like him when we first met, we butted heads over every little decision. But then I found out he was a widow like me, he apologized, and I agreed to start over and be friends with him. And now…” Meredith trailed off, looking away from Dr. Carr. “And now? Meredith, I feel like there’s something you’re hiding from both me and yourself.” Meredith closed her eyes. Walter was right, she knew he was right, and she hated it. “Now… I don’t know. I find myself always wanting to find ways to be around him. We flirt, I think, and I’m always smiling when I’m with him. He makes me laugh and I get these stupid butterflies when I think about him.” Dr. Carr laughed. “It seems like you like him, Meredith.” Everything within Meredith knew that he was right, again. “I don’t know. I probably do. But either way, it doesn’t matter.” She stated, as convincingly as she possibly could. Unfortunately, Walter Carr saw right through it. “Yeah, I don’t believe you. I think it matters more than you want yourself to realize. I’d even go as far to say that he’s probably one of the things at the root of your mood too.” “What? No. He’s my friend. Hell, it feels like he’s the only person here who really understands me sometimes. Why would he be contributing to my mood?” Meredith was tired of talking at this point, and just wanted all her answers laid out in front of her.

“Nathan Riggs. Remember him?” Meredith closed her eyes. “How could I forget? But what does this have to do with Hayes?” She opened her eyes again and looked back at Walter. “Everything, Meredith. Subconsciously, I think you’re scared. Scared that this situation feels exactly like what happened with Nathan, and that you’re enjoying his presence in your life – because the last time you fell for someone like him, the other woman came back. You stopped considering anyone that could be long-term until now. And I think that’s why you’re in such a mood. Between Alex, Andrew, and now these feelings that are appearing for Hayes and scaring the hell out of you – you hit a boiling point.” ‘Damnit’, Meredith thought to herself. “This isn’t the same. His wife died from cancer. She’s not coming back. But I guess it is scary, having someone who gets me even more than Nathan ever did. He’s not pushy, and he cares. He wouldn’t ever for a second think that he could replace Derek, nor do I think I could ever replace his wife.” Meredith paused to think. “I’m… not seeing any negatives here, Meredith.” Walter said, interrupting her thoughts. Meredith snapped and pointed at him. “That’s it. There aren’t any negatives. He’s funny, he’s sweet, he’s good with kids, and we work together seamlessly. My kids would love him, and his kids. My family and friends already like him and get along with him. And if he likes me, and we got together and it was good, it could be something I could see being long-term. That’s what’s scary. I never saw any of my past relationships being anything long-term, or more than just fun. But he makes me feel all these things that I haven’t felt since Derek. He makes me laugh, and makes me feel safe, and seen. I never saw a future with anyone until I started to think about Hayes and I.” Walter raised his eyebrows, smiling at Meredith.

“And there it is. What I’ve been waiting for you to admit. I told you he was involved in the root of your mood. You’re upset with yourself, for letting yourself think about having a future with anyone long-term that isn’t Derek.” Meredith sighed at Dr. Carr. He continued, “But Meredith, you need to understand that while it’s scary – this isn’t a bad thing. Derek would want you to be happy, to find someone who loves you the same way he did. You tend to jump into things very quickly and impulsively, and what you’re doing with Hayes is the complete opposite, which is throwing everything off. You feel like the other shoe is going to drop because you’re not doing things the way you normally would.” Meredith’s unimpressed expression quickly made its way to a half-smile. “You always know just what to say, don’t you?” She asked, a wider smile beginning to form on her face. “Well, Meredith, I’d hope so. That’s my job.” The two doctors stood up and Meredith gave Walter a hug. “Thanks for setting me straight.” She told him. He nodded knowingly at his patient, and Meredith turned around, waving goodbye as she exited his office.

[azoraahai]

32 for chamberty

32.) “Your eyes are red… Were you crying?” this got super long so it’ll be under the cut!

send me a prompt and i’ll write a ficlet!

Dakota Chambers had a soft heart, that was pretty much a given. She didn’t know how to handle criticism very well, just like many teenagers. And the specific criticism came from two people she used to consider her best friends, Lisa Walters and Patrick Connors.

It had been a few weeks since the girl separated herself from them, trying to start anew and focusing more on the positive things in life. And to be frank, it had been the happiest the Chambers girl had felt in a while. She didn’t feel the weight of their pressure on her shoulders anymore nor did she had to witness their disapproving looks every time she said something that wasn’t what they wanted to hear. She was free to do whatever her heart and mind desired, and that was all she could’ve asked God for.

But the good aspects in life eventually have to even out with the bad.

Dakota was on her way to her literature class when she was bombarded by Lisa and Patrick, who made some really harsh comments that the teenager would never repeat to anyone. Their hateful words were enough to get Dakota to miss her class and head over to the library, desperately searching for a heartwarming novel to calm her down and not have a meltdown at school. Because in all honesty, she would really be ashamed of herself if she let their words affect her.

But, of course, they did affect her. She considered Lisa and Patrick her best friends not so long ago. Even if they weren’t the greatest, they still had their moments that Dakota will cherish forever. Just the thought of it brought tears to her eyes. She quickly wiped them away before anyone in the library could notice, but it was no use. After the first tear, more began to follow. And so she sat in the back corner, silently crying as she prayed to the Lord that no one would walk in and notice her.

Yet, the Lord worked in mysterious ways.

“Chambers?” 

Dakota’s heart plummeted down her stomach like a bunch of bricks. She quickly wiped away the tears before turning her attention towards Fangs. “Hi,” she greeted softly.

“Little Miss Chambers skipping class? Who would’ve thought?” She knew he was joking. They’ve been friends, or at least she thought they were friends, for a while now. Dakota knew he was just messing with her, but that didn’t help her situation at the moment. The girl bit down on her lip as she looked down at her novel, hoping the boy before her didn’t notice her distress demeanor. 

But he saw right through that, clear as day. Instinctively, he knelt down in front of her, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. “You alright, Dak? You eyes are red… Were you crying?” She didn’t respond, barely even looking at him. “Did those Northside assholes say something to you?”

Dakota’s head shot up, both in shock by his profanity and how quick he figured out the reason beside her sadness. Nevertheless, she didn’t want him to get involved in this. The serpents were already having enough problems adjusting to their new rules, she didn’t want any more drama happening between them and Northside. “It’s fine, Fangs. They just needed someone to blow off steam to, I guess. It’s really not a big deal.” 

“Not a big deal, my ass. You can’t keep letting them treat you like shit, Dakota. Hell, just say the word and I’ll go give them a piece of my mind for—”

“Fangs, just leave it be,” she interrupted. “I want to forget about it. I just want to calm down, read this book, and pretend that everything is alright. Okay?” Fangs’s jaw clenched, obviously not agreeing with her coping method. However, he did nod. He respected her wishes and allowed her to take the time she needed to get herself back on track.

And the two of them stayed in the back corner of the library for the entire class period. Fangs often asked questions about the book she was reading as a way to get her mind off of everything. That and he was always fascinated whenever the Chambers girl spoke about something so passionately. He could listen to her talk for hours about anything in the world and he would be in awe by it. 

When the lunch bell rang, Dakota and Fangs walked out of the library together. And from that point on, things were different between them. A good different. A different that both of them didn’t know they really needed.