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olivermush · 4 months

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Alec Hardy x GN! Reader

this is tooth rottingly sweet but it gets kinda spicy so beware.

Warnings: Alec not eating or sleeping, smut, so sweet your teeth will actually fall out, also briefly mentioned that the reader is a doctor, unprotected sex(wrap it before u tap it!!!)

It's been a hard day at work for Alec, and the only thing on his mind is resting next to you in his bed. As he walks into the apartment, eyes almost closed, he lets himself fall on the couch in the living room and groans while placing his head on your lap. You're surprised by his dramatic and sudden entrance.

“Hello love, long day?” you say, stroking his soft, messy, brown hair. You hear a sigh come from his breath.

"Just one of those days." He replies in a low voice while he leans on your lap. He glances at the ground for a moment and then stares at you.

"And all I wanted to do was come home." He adds with a frown.

“Aw, sweetheart. Have you had dinner? I could make my signature, world-famous, buttered noodles?” His eyes brightened for a second.

"That sounds amazing." He says in a relaxed way. He moves his head onto your lap as he closes his eyes.

"But I'm too tired to stay up right now. Can we just spend the evening in bed?" he asks.

“Of course, but you do need to eat. even if I have to shove it down your throat.” You say with a chuckle as you continue to massage his scalp lovingly. He smiles a bit and rests his head on your lap, enjoying the massage you are giving him.

"Yeah, I guess you are right. I guess some dinner wouldn't be too bad." He replies with a smile.

"But then let's go to bed and relax."

“Alright then, I'll get the pot started, it shouldn't take more than twenty minutes. We have wine if you would like a glass while you wait.”

He opens his eyes and looks at you with a nod.

"Yeah, a glass of wine after such a long day wouldn't hurt." He replies softly.

“I'll go lay down in the bedroom, call me when its ready?”

“All right, love,” you say, giving him a sweet kiss as he gets up. He walks slowly to the room, and as he closes the door behind him, you hear a sigh and some loud groans as he lies on the bed.

You can tell the day has been hard for him, but a hot meal, wine and your loving touch will help him relax. He often comes home in need of a meal and a kiss so you know how this goes.

You finish seasoning the noodles and bring his bowl and his glass of wine to the bedroom. “Bon appetit,” you say sweetly.

As you enter the bedroom, you see that he's already lying in bed. When he hears your voice, he opens his eyes and sits up a little, looking at you. He gives you a small smile while he takes the bowl of food from you. The smell of the food makes his mouth water, and he takes a big bite immediately.

“Don't forget to chew, love,” you say, chuckling as you sip your wine next to him.

He looks at you with a slight blush and chuckles.

"I'm too hungry to chew." He says in a joking way as he continues to eat quickly.

“Well I made some extra so you can take it for lunch tomorrow. Let me guess you didn't eat lunch again today? or breakfast?” you say concerned. He blushes a little as you ask about what he ate throughout the day.

"I don't have time for those things, especially on such a busy day like today. I barely had time to sleep last night." He replies, slightly embarrassed.

“You did sleep though, didn't you? How many hours, Alec…”

"Less than four, which isn't good I know..." He replies with frustration, looking down at the food in his hand. He takes another bite before continuing.

"But you can't expect me to sleep on a day like this, with so much to do and so little time..."

“I understand, you will be getting eight hours tonight if I have anything to do with it. How are any cases going to be solved if their head detective is sleep-deprived and starved? Dating you is a public service honestly.” You say jokingly as you begin to run your fingers through his hair again. You see him blush slightly as he looks at you with a small smile.

"Well, I always solve my cases, no matter what. I never let anything stand in my way. Except for you, of course. You are the only reason why I would be willing to stay home and relax." He adds, continuing to eat the rest of the food while enjoying your touch.

“Well I'm glad something will get you to slow down,” you say as you admire his beautiful hair and his adorable smile.

"Can I ask you something?" He says after finishing his food while he wipes the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Of course, love” He looks at you directly, and then after a few seconds of silence, he speaks.

"How come you always make me feel so loved?" He looks away for a moment, and then back at you with a subtle blush. A bit taken aback by his question, you answer,

“I’m a very transparent person. Also, I guess it's part of being a doctor, wanting to take care of everyone, especially the people I love.” You can tell that he's genuinely touched by your answer since his eyes are slightly teary and he's still a bit embarrassed.

"Your kindness and generosity are probably the things I love the most about you." He says softly, and then moves his hand and caresses the side of your face. You lean into his touch despite his hands being cold and dry.

“That's sweet of you, love.” I give him a chaste kiss on his hand

The kiss makes him blush slightly more, but he leans a bit closer to your lips, still caressing your face.

"I'm just speaking the truth." He says in a low voice as he moves his hand to your nape and brings your body closer to his, then he kisses you softly. You kiss back happily with your hand still in his hair. You scoot closer to him on the bed as your other hand rests on his chest. The feeling of your hand in his hair is very pleasant, and he keeps slowly pulling your body closer to him while the kiss becomes more passionate.

When your hand moves to his chest, you can feel his heart beating rapidly against your palm.

You move to straddle his lap and your arms snake around his neck and tug slightly on his hair. The pulling on his hair makes his breath shaky and his back slightly arches, showing that he's enjoying the feeling.

As your hand moves to his neck, he opens his eyes looks at you, and then puts his hand onto your hips to pull you even closer to him.

You grind slightly against his hardening member while still kissing him sweetly and running your fingers through his thick hair. The movement makes him let out a soft groan, and his hand moves from your hips to your back as he pulls you even closer to him. His breathing becomes heavier and heavier as he starts to pull you against him, while his other hand slides down your side before it starts to rub your hip. You continue kissing him still while you start to unbutton his shirt slowly while caressing his chest. The feeling sends shivers down his spine. As you caress his chest, he leans his head back slightly and closes his eyes. The feeling of your touch combined with the kiss is heavenly, and at one point he is completely lost in the moment. He slides his hand to your lower back, and it starts to slide up and down. When you finish unbuttoning his shirt you start kissing and nipping around his collarbones while grinding against him slightly.

He lets out a soft sigh as you kiss him, and his other hand starts to rub your side a bit more boldly. He feels a small shock going through his body when you start grinding against him. But he is still completely lost in the moment of passion and he doesn't care about anything else. You scoot back a bit, much to his dismay, and start to unbuckle his belt and trousers feverishly with haste. The feeling of your hand pulling on his trousers makes his breath even heavier and his body starts to twitch slightly. He opens his eyes, and his look is full of desperation and excitement. He knows what's coming, and his heart is beating so rapidly that you can see the pulse beating at his neck. You pull off his trousers gently and free his hard member. You start licking, gently teasing him while your hand runs up his lower abdomen, caressing his happy trail. His body tenses as you tease him mercilessly while he reaches to run his fingers through your hair. Still keeping your actions chaste, Alec is melting under your touch.

“Please, Y/n,” he whimpers. You happily indulge his vague request, taking his tip into your mouth, and wrapping your lips around him sweetly. He moans at your obedience, now grabbing fists of your hair and bucking his hips slightly. Not wishing to tease him too much anymore, you begin to take him all, moaning slightly at the fullness in your throat and his beautiful scent in your nose. Alec is a total mess at this point, his thick, brown hair is sticking to his sweaty forehead and his face and ears are as red as a field of poppies. After a while of oral heaven, you pop off of him, still stroking him slowly as you move up to kiss him. The kiss is hot and sloppy as tongues and lips collide and you're both moaning into each other's mouths. You kiss him while undressing yourself, his shaky hand reaching out to help you. Finally undressed, you move over him as you guide him into your wet heat. You sink down slowly, your hands on his shoulders to stabilize yourself, squeezing him slightly. His hands are on your ass, spreading you wonderfully and guiding you down. “You feel so good, Y/n,” He moans. Fully sheathed, you start to roll your hips sensually as you kiss him again. Then you start moving up and down, moaning loudly as you do so. You can feel him twitching inside you at each pornographic noise that leaves your mouth. His lanky member tickles every spot inside you just right.

“So good, Alec, fuck,” You moan, lovingly. Your hands reach up to comb through his hair again, tugging slightly making Alec moan loudly. His hands smooth over your hips as he starts thrusting roughly, taking control. As he takes control you wrap your arm around his neck again, fingernails scraping down his back. This makes Alec snap, he wraps his arms around your back as he flips you onto your back, planking over you as he kisses and nips at your neck leaving traces of purple and red. One arm wrapped around your back and the other stabilizing himself on the bed, he begins rutting into you harshly, chasing his orgasm like a cat in heat. Your fingers scrape down his back again, definitely leaving red tracks down his spine and up between his shoulder blades. He starts rubbing at your sex, trying to make you cum.

“Oh god, Alec, right there!” you scream as your orgasm rushes over you in waves like a tsunami.

“That’s it, darling, cum for me,” he demands. As soon as you finish he pulls out and cums on your belly. He curses and moans as he finishes, both of you now panting heavily. He kisses you sweetly while caressing your hair.

“I love you, Y/n,” He says as he kisses your forehead.

“I love you too, Alec,” you say smiling. “Don’t think that this means you’re going to get out of sleeping eight hours tonight.”

“I know, my love,” He says sweetly, knowing you're completely serious. “Let’s at least shower first though, get this mess cleaned up,”

“Yep,” you agree, giving him a chaste kiss on the cheek.

The shower was short, he almost fell asleep standing up when you washed his hair for him. After the shower, you both changed into some comfy clothes, slid into bed and cuddled until you both fell asleep. For the first time in probably a whole week, Alec got eight hours of sound sleep with no nightmares.

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jerzwriter · 3 months

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A Different Fate - Final Chapter

OMG, it took me entirely too long to complete this, but I'm so happy now that it's done! I am so, so grateful to the anonymous (to you, not to me 😉) donor to the Write for Gaza project, who requested I finish this by the end of January. Well - I did it! And thank you so, so much - I can't tell you how much it means!

A Different Fate - Series Masterlist

Book: Open Heart (Post Series)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (past)

Featuring: Tobias Carrick, Sienna Trinh

Rating: Teen

Words: 3,700

Category: Short-Series/AU/Lost Love

Summary: Ethan's first attempt to talk to Casey didn't work out, but now, with Tobias & Sienna's help, will it finally work out? Or will they have to resign and accept their fate?

A/N: When I started this, it was supposed to be a one-off, and now, I'm finally done after 5 parts! It's funny how these things take on a life of their own. I know a few of you have been very anxious for this to post, and I thank you for your extraordinary patience. I hope you find it's worth it in the end! @choicesjanuary2024 Day 23 - Hope Ethan x Kaycee Masterlist | My Full Masterlist

The bus jolted forward the moment the light turned green, jostling its passengers around like dolls—every passenger except for Sienna Trinh. Growing increasingly impatient with her “charge,” she sat firmly in place, arms crossed defiantly before her chest.

“This is a stupid idea!” She said, slapping a startled Ethan’s arm across the bus aisle.

“Oww!”

“Don’t oww, me!” She fired back. “You blew my advice off yesterday, and look how well that went. Maybe you should listen to me now.”

“I know,” Ethan droned. “But this is different.”

“Si, I have to agree with Ethan on this one,” Tobias said, his face twisting as he realized his words. “Shit! It hurt more than I expected to say that.”

“Thanks, pal.”

“Don’t mention it,” Tobias smirked. “Si, he can’t do this right now. He’d have to ambush her at work, and you see how well that went. We have a plan in place; it will be fine.”

“Normally, I’d agree with you, but I’m done tempting fate with these two. Something always goes wrong.”

“Look, the bonehead has put it off eight years. It can wait another eight hours to ensure it’s done right.”

“You know,” Ethan interrupted, “it might be helpful if the two of you wouldn’t talk about me like I wasn’t here.”

Sienna turned to him, brow raised. “It would be great if you didn’t need the two of us here to make sure you don’t blow it!”

“She makes a point,” Tobias nodded, pleased with Ethan’s exasperation.

“Can we stick to the point?”

“The point is, you’ll speak to Kaycee tonight.”

“Yeah, after your date,” Ethan chuckled ruefully. “

“It’s not a date!” Tobias spat. “You know damn well I’m just going to the party with her to get that asshole Douglas off her back.”

Ethan shot a half-doubtful look.

“Really?” Tobias said incredulously. “I’ve been rooting for you two since she left Boston, and this is how you treat me? Trust me, Ramsey, all Kaycee wants is you, and the last thing I’d ever want is to have you as a metamour.”

Sienna’s nose scrunched. “A meta-what?”

Tobias waved her off with a chuckle. “Trust me, Si, you’re better off not knowing. Now, stop worrying. I’ll take Kaycee to the party, give the creepy doctor a few death stares, and after a drink or two, I’ll mention you’re in town, play wingman, then you swoop in for the grand finale. We’ve got it under control.”

“Yeah,” Sienna rolled her eyes. “With you two at the wheel, what could possibly go wrong?”

~~~~~

“I’m coming!” Kaycee clumsily rushed across her apartment to answer the door, slipping into her silver heels along the way. She opened the door breathless but stunning nevertheless. “Hey,” she smiled.

A grin spread across Tobias’s face; he had forgotten how well Dr. MacClennan cleaned up. With her long blonde curls cascading over her shoulder, barely skimming the bodice of her strapless ice-blue gown, she looked more like someone who spent her day posing for Vogue than saving lives in scrubs.

“What do you think?” she grinned.

“What do I think? If this is how you look for a fake date, what the hell do you do on real ones? How many heart attacks have you been responsible for, MacClennan?”

“Shit!” She said with a stomp of her foot. “I screwed up! I shouldn’t have brought you tonight!”

“Oh, why?”

“I should have invited Dr. Douglas himself! If I knew cardiac arrest would be the result, well, that would be one way to be rid of him.”

Tobias burst out laughing. “I forgot just how wicked you could be.”

Slipping an earring in, she winked. “I’d feel guilty about it ten minutes later. Not guilty enough to start CPR, but guilty all the same."

"Well, I'm happy to provide a less lethal way of getting rid of Dr. Jackass.”

She grabbed her clutch off the side table and looked at Tobias, casually leaning against the door. She swore he hadn’t aged a day, still wearing that signature confident swagger as well as he wore his dark, tailor-made suit. She crossed her arms and shook her head disapprovingly.

“What?” He asked, checking his attire to see if something was wrong. “Do I not clean up as well as you?”

“Too well. If word gets out that I’m dating you, no one will ask me out again. They’d be afraid of the competition.”

He chuckled softly, visions of Ethan in his mind. “Well, let’s hope it won’t come to that.”

Stepping to Kaycee’s side, he offered his arm. “Shall we?”

“Let’s go!”

~~~~~

The party was exactly what one would expect to cap off the career of a renowned doctor from one of the top hospitals in the world. The rooftop ballroom’s floor-to-ceiling windows provided a panoramic view of the City’s famed skyline; fairy lights scattered throughout the room illuminated it with an ethereal glow. Warm notes from the piano wafted through the air, competing with the gentle hum of convivial chatter as tuxedoed waiters distributed flutes of Dom Perignon. Tobias and Kaycee were on a mission and played the part of an enamored new couple so well that they earned envious stares, not only from Dr. Douglas but from several others as well. But as much fun as that was, Tobias couldn’t get his mind off his primary goal of the night: getting Ethan and Kaycee together. He looked at his watch. She only wanted to stay two hours, and they were about to hit that mark.

“Hey,” he whispered, “Wanna take a spin around the dancefloor before we blow this joint? Make this look legit?”

Wordlessly placing her empty champagne flute on a passing waiter's tray, she took Tobias’s hand and led him to the dancefloor. Ironically, finding the most privacy they’d had all night.

“Dancing was a good idea,” she said. “Everyone knows I wouldn’t leave a party without dancing... and it’s not like you’re a stick in the mud that would refuse me.”

“Kacyee, it would be difficult for anyone to refuse you.”

“Yeah,” she smiled sadly, “You’d be surprised.”

“I don’t know about that. For Christ's sake, you used to get Ramsey to dance back in the day. I thought only an act of God could accomplish that!”

Kaycee’s body tensed, and her feet seemed to forget what they were supposed to do. As she stood still on the dance floor, Tobias looked her in the eye.

“I’m sorry, did I overstep?”

Kaycee shook her head and continued to dance. “It’s been so nice seeing you, but it takes me back, and sometimes, that can be hard, you know?”

“Yeah, I do. It takes me back, too, but is that such a bad thing? We had some good times.”

“Ha! It all depends,” she chuckled. “Do you have a time machine? Because I’d be happy to go back, but only if I could write a different fate.”

“I can’t do that,” he sighed. “Not the time machine part, but... maybe I can help with the different fate.”

Her brow furrowed. “What?”

“Come on,” he said, taking her hand. “Follow me.”

Kaycee remained silent as they ran down the plushly carpeted hall. But, when they found an empty banquet room, she wanted answers.

“OK, we’re alone now. What’s going on?”

“I want to talk to you about Ethan.”

Kaycee shook her head, throwing her hands in the air in frustration.

“We did that. We had that conversation at dinner the other night. We don’t need to do it again.”

“Did we have that conversation? Because as far as I remember, I didn’t tell you that he was here.”

“He’s what? He’s here... like in New York?”

“I’ll do one better,” he smiled. “He’s sitting at the bar in the lobby.”

Her eyes narrowed, and Tobias wasn’t sure if he saw shock or anger flickering in them.

“You told me he was in Boston. You said he refused to come with you!”

“He was. Or at least I thought he was. But when I got to my hotel that night, he was there.”

She crossed her arms smugly. “So he came to attend the conference. Right?”

“Nope. He didn’t come for the conference. He came here for you.”

“For me?” Her voice cracked. “He came here for me. Yet he’s been in town for two days and hasn’t reached out to me once.”

“Well... about that. He did. He stopped by Langone yesterday and sort of heard you tell Dr. Douglass that you had a thing... for me.”

Kaycee felt her stomach drop. “No!”

“Yes.”

“No, no, no, no! He doesn’t really think I want you, does he?”

“Hey, don’t act so disgusted!” Tobias said defensively. “Believe it or not, most people would kill to get with this... but Ethan knows you’re not one of them. I can’t give you a time machine, but you can give yourself a second chance.”

She remained silent, her heart beating faster as she stared out the window into the night.

“Tobias, it’s taken me eight years to say his name without crying. To recall our time together and feel whistful, not just sad. I’m content with my life here, and if I open that door and it slams shut once again... I don’t know that I could take it.”

“Kaycee, you’re right. Eight years have passed, and a lot has changed. Like you – you’re not a young, wide-eyed resident anymore. You have a brilliant career that can only be attributed to one thing – and that’s you. No one could dare say you made it because you were involved with him. You love each other. Why keep denying it.”

“He loves me?” She asked. “He used those exact words.”

“Well, he didn’t actually say the words, but... why would he say them to me? Why don’t you give him a chance... to say them to you?”

“But Tobias,” she said with a quiver in her voice. “What if... what if it doesn’t work?”

“But Kaycee... what if it does?”

~~~~~

Boston and Philadelphia had skyscrapers for sure, but neither city could hold a candle to New York, and right now, Kaycee couldn't be more grateful to the town she now called home. Sixty-eight floors, she thought, taking a tentative step into the elevator. Sixty-eight floors stood between her and the lobby, and she hoped they’d stop at each one.

Standing in the back corner, she relied on the walls to keep her upright as passengers piled in. She needed time. Time to think, to decide what she’d say, to breathe.... sixty-eight floors should have given her the time she needed to center and gain a semblance of composure. But it went by in an instant, and when the elevator doors began sliding over, all she could do was watch in horror.

Her head was spinning, and her mind was lost in a cloud of confusion. Ethan was waiting in the lobby... for her? It couldn’t be real. Tourists and locals alike chatted happily about their evening plans as they stepped out, a direct contrast to Kacyee, who stood frozen in fear. Only the elevator operator’s gruff voice brought her back to reality.

“Ma’am, are you getting out?”

She turned to him, then back to the door, and considered returning to the grand ballroom. But something inside her stirred. Tobias was right; she was no longer playing the part of the ingenue, filled with hope and naivete that were somehow both her greatest strength and weakness. No, she was a big girl now, and whatever happened when she walked through that door... she’d be able to handle it.

“Ma’am," the man repeated with increased irritation. “Shall I close the doors?"

“Uhm. No," she said, standing upright and dusting off the front of her gown. “No. I’m getting off here.”

The world seemed to move in slow motion as she stepped into the lobby. If this were a movie, Ethan would be waiting across a crowded room, their eyes would meet in an instant, and the credits would roll as soon as they shared a perfect kiss, one that left no doubt that they were destined for happily ever after. But real life seldom ran so smoothly, as Kaycee was about to confirm. She looked all around, to the left and the right, but no sign of him. She walked the perimeter of the room, even just outside, and still... nothing. Tobias said Ethan would be at the bar, so she returned and hopped on a stool to wait and wait. She was patient at first, but five minutes passed, then ten. Her fingers began to rap against the rich mahogany countertop when it reached fifteen, and by twenty? By twenty, she had enough.

Standing up with a weary sigh, she chastised herself for opening that door even a crack. You should have learned by now, she thought as she headed toward the exit. She was almost outside when she saw Tobias coming off the elevator. She turned on her high heel and headed his way. Why lambast herself if she could lambast him? He didn’t see her coming and reacted with surprise when he felt the shove on his shoulder.

“He’s here, huh? He’s waiting for me at the bar? Well, guess what? He didn’t show!”

“Kaycee,” Tobia started, but she wouldn’t allow him to speak.

“No! Don’t Kaycee me! This is precisely l why I didn’t want to get my hopes up! This is how it always ends with us... either he walks away, or he doesn’t show... and I swore I wouldn’t put myself in this position again!”

“Kayce, if you’d just let me....”

“NO! No, I don’t want to hear what you have to say because all that matters is that he’s not here! He’s not here, and....”

Her breath hitched when she felt a tap on her shoulder.

“Is that....” she whispered.

“You know,” Tobias smirked. “You might want to turn around.”

She turned around slowly, and just like that, life was imitating art. A feeling of warmth surrounded her the moment their eyes met. He may have aged a little, but she’d know him... she’d know those eyes... anywhere.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, handing her a single red rose. “I stepped out to buy this from a street vendor. I thought it would be a nice touch.”

With her heart racing, she lifted the flower to her nose and inhaled its fragrant scent.

“And that took twenty minutes?” she grinned, putting Ethan at ease.

“Well, I also needed to go to the men's room. It took more than one glass of Scotch to get up the nerve to offer you an apology that could make up for eight years.”

“Ethan,” she whispered, at a loss for words.

“Well, this is the shittiest rose ceremony I’ve ever seen, and I’ve had to suffer through many an episode of The Bachelor,” Tobias observed. He pat Ethan on the back. “Nice touch, a little cheesy, but not bad for you.”

“You can go now,” Ethan grumbled.

“I was planning on it,” Tobias nodded at Kaycee, then looked Ethan in the eye. “You two can take it from here. Don’t fuck this up.”

“Can we?” Kaycee asked once Tobias was gone. “Can we take it from here, or will one of us mess it up somehow?”

“Well, there’s only one way to find out,” he smiled. “Why don’t we go someplace and talk.”

~~~~~

She couldn’t remember leaving the hotel lobby or how they decided where they would walk. All she knew was they ended up strolling along Central Park West, a comfortable distance between them, as she chattered aimlessly about nothing at all. Anything to avoid an awkward silence or, worse yet, an awkward conversation. While Kaycee faced straight ahead, Ethan couldn’t keep his eyes off her. She was as beautiful as he remembered, perhaps even more so. He was afraid if he took his eyes away, she’d disappear, and he wouldn’t allow that. Then, even in the dim streetlights, he saw her starting to shiver, and without missing a beat, he removed his jacket and placed it over her shoulders, bringing her to a stop.

“I’m sorry,” he said, taking a half step back. “You looked cold.”

“Yes,” she smiled nervously. “It is... it is getting cold.” She motioned to a food truck on the edge of the street and smiled. “I’d suggest we get coffee to warm up, but I know that wouldn’t meet your standards.”

“Is that what you want?” He asked. “Go. Go sit on that bench, and I’ll get us some.”

“You’re going to drink coffee... from a food truck?”

Ethan shrugged, a smile tugging at his lips. “I have to start living a little sometime. Tonight sounds like the perfect time to start.”

He walked away, and Kaycee hollered after him. “Wait, you didn’t ask how I wanted my coffee."

He turned around with his hands in his pockets and utter confidence. “At this hour? Decaff. Definitely, decaff with a splash of milk, preferably almond, but if they don’t have that, plain milk will do. And Splenda, two Splenda... even though you know they’re not good for you.”

A slow smile spread across Kaycee’s lips. “You... remember.”

“Yes,” he nodded. “I remember everything.”

“Well, I take three Splenda now,” she winked, and he felt his heart flutter.

“Go sit,” he smiled, and she all but skipped away.

She watched his silhouette in the ethereal light, still attempting to convince herself this was real. But she had to believe it was true when she felt the steaming hot cup in her hand. She watched with anticipation as Ethan took a sip from his cup and couldn’t help but laugh when he tried to contain a grimace.

“Oh, it’s funny,” he smiled. “Do you enjoy watching me suffer?”

“No,” she whispered, gently taking his hand and placing her coffee on the bench beside her. “No, I think we’ve both suffered plenty, and I don’t want either of us to suffer anymore.”

The touch of her hand impacted him more than he could have imagined, and he found himself unable to speak. He turned to her with tears in his eyes, just managing to mutter her name before pulling her into a tight embrace. Kaycee buried her face in his shoulder, taking in the warm, familiar scent she used to know so well. One of Ethan’s hands was entangled in her curls, while his other arm pulled her as close as he possibly could. They stayed there a long while, silent and amazed at the reality – both had assumed if this day were ever to come, it would be filled with fireworks. An explosion of passion that couldn’t be felt miles away. But the reality was different. It was warm, safe, comforting, a loving embrace each had desired for so long – it wasn’t fireworks, it was coming home.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” her voice cracked. “I can’t believe you’re in my arms.”

“I’m trying to believe it myself,” he said, pulling back to gaze into her crystal blue eyes. His hand cupped her chin, his thumb tenderly stroking her cheek. “You’re so beautiful. What kind of fool am I depriving myself of seeing this face for so long?”

Kayce reached up to take his hand, gently placing a kiss on it. “Then, shall we try to rectify that now?”

“We could. If that’s what you want.”

Kaycee sat back with a smile so gentle and warm Ethan didn’t need words to know her answer. She reached up and messed up his hair. “How did we screw us up so badly? I mean, I can blame it on being young and stupid, but you didn’t have that luxury.”

Laughing, he took her hand. “You may have been young, but you were never stupid. You knew so much more than me. I know there’s no fairy godmother that will show up with a magic wand, and I know we will still have things to work out. But the thing I know most of all is that I love you. I love you with all my heart, and I’ve wasted too many years without you by my side. I’m determined to put an end to that as soon as I can.”

“You love me,” she sighed. “Well, that’s good... because I love you. I love you so much.”

Ethan reached over and embraced her, letting out a joyful groan as he lifted them to their feet. She held on tight as he spun her around, stopping to gently put her back down. They stood face-to-face, a world of memories crossing their minds as they gazed into each other’s eyes. Time and distance had done nothing to them; their love remained the same. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers, lighting a flame that had flickered but never extinguished. It was more than a kiss. It was a promise, a silent vow that was a testament to their love, which had never, ever died.

“We can’t screw this up, Ethan,” she said as they broke away. “If we’re going to do this, I want this to be forever. I can’t lose you again.”

“Good!” He grinned brighter than she had ever seen. “Because I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Ethan offered his arm, which she gladly accepted, nuzzling her head into his shoulder as they started to walk.

“So, where are we going?” She asked.

“Well, I do have a hotel room nearby.”

Kaycee playfully nudged him. “A hotel room? Mister, I have a whole apartment, and it’s quite nice! You know, your girl did all right for herself!”

“Oh, I’ve kept tabs on you. I know you did.”

“Then let’s go!”

As they walked to her apartment, they passed the café Kaycee had dined in not too long ago, and she told Ethan the story of that night. How two estranged lovers had come together, and he professed his undying love. She relayed how she was trying to listen in on their conversation, but in the end, she didn’t need to since the young man yelled it out for all to hear. The crowd applauded, and she secretly paid their bill. It was straight out of a movie.

“I’m glad you got to see that,” Ethan smiled. “You always loved a happy ending.”

“Mmm-hmm,” she agreed. “And now, I’ve got one of my own.”

(Yep that last part was from Part 1. 😊)

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lovingapparition · 7 months

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I've Got a River Running Right Into You.

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Slow Blurn

Pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Reader

Warnings for descriptions of medical gore.

It's the morning after. Ghost is very sad and very tired.

NOT COMPLETE | NO BETA

Chapter One

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In the early hours, it's nearly silent in his curtained off room. He listens to the soft snoring of the person on the other side of the curtain separating them, and sighs softly. He'd woken up at some point when the pain medicine had worn off. No one has been by yet to replace it, and the ache in his side coupled with his healing stitches was ever present.

Ghost closes his eyes, breathing slowly. He inhales carefully, counting to eight on the exhale. The cotton sheets were rougher than the ones he had on his own bed, and they made him itchy. Moving too much to scratch at himself had nearly his entire body smarting the only time he’d tried, so he mostly lay motionless in the cot. He closes his eyes, trying to ignore the hum of the lights above him. There’s not much for him to do without clearance from the doctors, so he waits.

And waits.

He’s dozing lightly when someone clears their throat, rousing him. His shoulders tighten as he rouses, and he reaches up to make sure his balaclava is still in place. Sleeping in it wasn’t the most comfortable, but he wasn’t going to chance anything. He ignores the rough, dry feeling around the skin at the corners of his eyes.

“..Good morning,” you greet him, a tray of breakfast food in hand. He can see a small rolling cart behind you, empty. You must have saved him for last, still embarrassed from last night. He hums in response, slowly sitting up to accept the food. Rough hands brush yours when the you give him the tray, and he pretends not to notice how quickly you bring your hands back to your side.

“Mornin’,” his voice is rough, gravelly around the word. His brow is furrowed, you can tell by the wrinkle of his eyelids as he hunches over the tray. Without a word you replace his IV bag, offering a new round of medication and fluids. He watches you look over his chart and make a face, wondering what's coming next. He contemplates the answer over his fruit cup, picking around the cherries.

Before he can ask, the curtain shifts a little, and a familiar face peeks in. It's Soap, grinning tiredly at Ghost. He's got a sling on his arm and a couple butterfly bandages over his eyebrow. Nothing as severe as the shrapnel Ghost had caught, but not insignificant. You gesture for the man to enter, and Ghost scoots over a bit to give him room to sit at the foot of the cot. Ghost says nothing when Soap swipes his toast, letting him take it. You can recognize the significant moment building between them, and you turn your back while you write some notes into Ghost's medical chart.

"How're you holdin' up? Price told me you caught a leg full'a shrapnel, no?" Soap asks, his voice hushed. Ghost huffs at him, knowing he must've been worried. They'd not spoken since a brief moment during the excursion, and it had been a tense one.

Ghost nods his head in your direction, “I had some help gettin’ put back together,” he says quietly. “It wasn’t looking good there, for a minute.” There's a new tone in his voice that wasn't there before. It's subtle, but Soap notices, angling his body to Ghost's to face him head on. Out of the corner of his eyes Ghost can see your shoulders stiffen a little at the mention of the state he was in last night. He wonders how bad it had actually been, having been barely conscious through the majority of it.

Soap doesn't say anything, just pats his friend's calf over the blanket firmly. They share a quiet beat of commiseration, taking in the sight of each other; both safe and alive to see another day.

Silently, Ghost slides his fruit cup of uneaten cherries over to Soap, who takes them with a small smile. Soap looks back to where you're working with your back to them, and faces Ghost again with raised eyebrows. "And who d'we have here to thank for puttin' Humpty Dumpty back together again?" Soap asks slyly as he pops a cherry into his mouth.

Your posture straightens, and Ghost wonders what you'd been thinking about; if you'd been paying attention to his exchange with Soap. When you turn and give your name with only a small waver in your voice, Ghost takes a moment to really get a look at you. Last night he'd barely been able to concentrate on anything other than the sound of your voice, irritated and firm with him before you'd known who he was. Now, he makes sure to look you over.

His eyes linger on your gloved hands. He recalls the feeling of them on his thigh, under his elbow; how warm your hands felt. He glances back up to your face, looks right at you. Your eyes dip to watch the bob of his throat as he swallows.

"It was really nothing, I was just doing my job, sir," you insist politely. The shade of red in your cheeks was actually very nice, he thought. Soap makes a joke, teasingly asks if you got a look beneath the mask. Ghost chuckles dryly alongside Soap at your immediate spluttering denial. It's not often that people respect his decision to remain faceless, to have a stranger refrain from taking advantage of the opportunity was rare.

Soap leaves a bit after that, impressing upon Ghost the importance of actually resting for once. You wave goodbye to Soap, and then you're alone together.

For a short moment, neither of you move; each watching the other. Ghost breaks the silence with an inhale and exhale through his nose, his chest moving with the breath. "I wanted to thank you for last night." It's the most he's said to you at once, and he tries not to feel like an asshole about that. Fails.

You shake your head, waving your hands like you're trying to dispel the gratitude from the air. "Oh, no- I was literally just doing my job. You needed help. So I helped," you insist, eyebrows furrowed. If anything, it seemed to him that you felt guilty for the harsh attitude you'd had, given the sudden change in behavior.

Ghost hums, squinting a little at you. He leans back, laying his head back on the pillow. "Fine then," he rumbles. His pale eyes slide shut and you find yourself staring into the vacant skull mask. He should look vulnerable in this state, but the bulk of his frame and the still, almost chilling calmness about his demeanor suggested otherwise.

You wonder briefly how many times that mask has been the last thing anyone's ever seen.

Ghost allows you to settle him back in against his pillows, calmly gives you the answer of, “Six.” when you ask him about his pain scale. With a new IV drip in place, he’s back to sagging into his pillows. There’s a slump to his shoulders that hadn’t been there last night, and the tension he carries doesn’t seem to bleed out of him the way it had before. It’s like he can feel the pain medication in his veins, making his limbs heavy. He dislikes the feeling of not being totally alert and aware of himself.

He drags a hand slowly over his jaw. The sound of his stubble catching on the mask’s fabric is audible, and he sighs. He turns his head to look at you then, his eyes half lidded with that soft, tired look. Most of his eye black has been smudged away, leaving his skin cast gray and grainy. You can see a small scar just below his eyelid, he watches your eyes trace the shape of it.

Ghost swallows, cottonmouthed from the pain medicine. “Are you going to be by later?” he asks you, his voice carefully neutral. “With lunch?” he clarifies. He tries not to feel the disappointment drop like a rock into his gut when you tell him your shift is ending soon. There was no good reason for it, so he squashed the feeling. Any one of your coworkers could have been the one to patch him up last night, nothing special had happened.

He watches you clean up as the pain medication begins taking effect, lulling him into a murky and dreamless sleep. He doesn't stay awake long enough to see you leave.

#ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #cod mw ghost #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #my writing #ghost cod #ghost #ghost fic

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sadakorosee · 1 year

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Bed Rest

Summary: Reader is 32 weeks pregnant. Leo and Raph's story takes place at Vern's party while Donnie and Mikey's story takes place in the lair. I was out of ideas.

(l/s/o) - leo's s/o

(r/s/o) - raph's s/o

(d/s/o) - donnie's s/o

(m/s/o) - mikey's s/o

Leonardo:

2 drunk guys got too careless and made a mess on Vern's floor. Everyone was too drunk to care except you who only watched from the living room where the atmosphere was quieter and less people were hanging out. Because you were pregnant, you couldn't stand too long so April led you to the living room.

Not seeing Leo around, you stood up to grab yourself a drink when you didn't realize someone dropped their cake on the floor and you slipped on it, dropping on your back as everyone gasped to look at you. Women nearby you immediately reacted when they saw your big belly and tried to help you but your eyes closed on its own when you felt pain at the back of your head.

Leo was livid. At the people who made you fall and at himself; he should've stayed behind with you. He only left for a while to grab his and your drink until he heard multiple gasps. When he saw you on the floor, all he saw was red. Like, Raph's bandana kind of red.

See, your pregnancy was unique; it was yours and Leo's creation so a normal hospital wouldn't know how to treat a possible mutant-human baby so here you are being treated by doctors who can. The doctor finally did their tests and explained that there was no problem with your baby and it was healthy. No damage to you either so it was a relief, however, you were asked to stay on bed rest for another 8 weeks.

At the lair, Leo was more than willing to be your 'maid' for the next eight weeks. Splinter was also there to land you a helping hand but you tried to deny his help because he was an old rat.

"No, I have a young soul." He once said with a smug look, 'combing' his long beard.

3 weeks later and you felt so restless it was getting boring. But it was worth it when everytime he comes back from patrol, he'd lay down in bed with you and put his head on your stomach which your baby is always kicking.

"Hi, baby." Leo softly said on your stomach. "Don't give your mama a hard time, okay? She's on bed rest and we can't wait to see you soon." He placed a kiss on your stomach to your lips. "You're a strong woman, y/n. I love you so much. I'm so glad you're mine and carrying our child."

Raphael:

It was a stupid argument, really.

You and Raph had been arguing from the lair to Vern's party house about you not going to the party; Raph wants you at the lair where it's risk free for you and the baby. You, however, are stubborn and want to get out.

You were stuck at the lair for 2 months without going topside because of your special doctor's orders. It drove you insane being stuck at the lair, it didn't help when Mikey has his eyes on you 24/7 and making sure you have all the things you needed.

The argument made you stressed and you lose consciousness just an hour after you and the turtles arrived Vern's place.

Raph was with you the entire time you were being checked - kneeled down beside you holding your fragile hands in his, worried eyes watching your closed ones waiting for small movements from you.

"y/n darling.. please wake up." He stroked your hair gently. He was trying not to panic and cry when everyone's in the room but his sniffing betrayed him when he felt a hand on his shell.

"Pull yourself together, Raph." Leo said.

"You need to be strong for her." (l/s/o) assured, her hand rubbed Raph's shoulder, her other hand on her also pregnant stomach. "She can't be stressed during pregnancy. She'll risk hers and baby's life." She explained.

"She's stressed, alright," The doctor pulled away. "Her heartbeat's escalating so her blood pressure is high. Your baby is fine but your partner must be on bed rest for the next 8 weeks. She can't move unless for bathroom breaks. Her bath must be 10 minutes, not more than that."

After you woke up, it saddens you that you're on bed rest until your due date and Raph was assisting you all the way. Unfortunately, all of the turtles' s/o are also on bed rest like you are and now gathering in the baby room.

"I hate bed rest." (d/s/o) grumbled while looking at her iPad. "It doesn't help Donnie unsubscribe all the thriller movies, afraid my blood pressure goes up."

"Being pregnant sucks." (m/s/o) pouted. She was an active roller skater and since she got pregnant, her activities halted. Including cooking, which was hers and Mikey's favourite thing to do.

"Next mating season, we girls are going on a holiday. How does Malaysia sound?"

"Let's go/Agreed/Bet!"

Donatello:

You're the type to must do everything in the lair, even at 32 weeks.

(m/s/o) dropped her porridge on the floor after her baby kicked her and because she couldn't bend down, you think it would be nothing for you but boy you were wrong.

After cleaning up, you clutched your stomach in pain forming cold sweats leaning on the kitchen sink for support. (m/s/o) being the worrier and loud gal, she started pacing back and forth not knowing what to do. Her boyfriend wasn't even around!

"Omg omg omg what do I do? Mikey isn't around! Uhh I should call Don- crap! He's at patrol with Leo!" (m/s/o) was already panicky and with how she's behaving, she might end up giving birth early.

You watched her impassively. Is she for real right now?

"At this point, you're the one giving birth today." You tittered.

Finally after (m/s/o) calmed down, she contacted Donnie. "H-Hey Donatello! Um, something happen--"

"What's wrong, (m/s/o)??"

After she explained what happened, Donnie and Leo ran back to the lair, finding you sitting at the taller stool by the kitchen island. He held you in case you're about to fall.

"I thought you're on bed rest, y/n! What are you doing up?" He raised his voice a bit with distress, eyes narrowed at you. You avoided eye contact knowing he'll just get angry whatever reason you give him. "y/n... if you fell and I wasn't even around, then what do I do? I'm not a practiced doctor."

"I-I'm sorry." Your hormones got to you and cried. Donnie's reaction changed and he relaxed his face.

"No no I'm sorry," he pulled you into an embrace and put his chin on your head. "I'm just worried about you.. carrying our mutant-human baby in your stomach. I'm afraid of future complications and your time to give birth. I looked forward to the day we get to be family and when you announced your pregnancy, I got scared." He pulled away to look at you, his fingers stroking your hair. "I'm scared of what's going to happen to you. I don't want to lose you, y/n. I may never find love again if I lose you."

"Aww, Donnie." You lose your shit again and sobbed.

This time, Donnie joined the tear festival.

Michelangelo:

You're restless, that's all.

As active as your happy turtle boyfriend. You've been eyeing your roller blades that's collecting dusts for 7 and a half months now and no one was wearing it.

"I want to roller skate again." You pouted to yourself, (r/s/o) sitting beside you joining the bed rest as well.

"y/n, if you so much as getting up from this bed-- God, you're stubborn." (r/s/o) rolled her eyes when you waddle to your skates. The attempt to getting your skates failed so you turn to (r/s/o) who shakes her head. "Uh uh. I'm not helping you, y/n. If Mikey sees you wearing it for the fun of it, he'll burn it."

"B-But--"

"No buts! Now get back to bed or so help me..." (r/s/o) threatened and that made you weak and small.

"O-Okay..." You looked down, tears dropping to the floor and waddled back to bed. Your body shook as you let out small whimpers and (r/s/o) sighed.

"Do you want me to call Mikey for you?" You nodded meekly. "Okay but please stop crying. He'll get mad at me for making you cry."

The turtles returned home and went to visit their s/o's after removing their gears. Both Raph and Mikey walked into the room where you and (r/s/o) were resting.

"How are you feeling, (r/s/o)?" Raph asked his s/o.

"I'm great but I sort of made y/n cry for scolding her. She was about to use her roller blades."

"You WHAT?" Mikey turned to you wide eyed. "Angelcakes, that was dangerous! You're carrying a baby in you! What if you fall?" It was the first time you see him panic and a bit angry.

"I'm s-sorry. I want to skate so bad but I'm so big and round I can't see my feet anymore."

"You'll be able to skate soon and we can teach our baby when they're older! Come on, smile for me." Mikey hold your cheeks with both hands, his baby blue eyes gazed into yours. "You're the most beautiful when you smile."

You shot your smile and he cuddled you, hand rubbing your back.

Bonus:

"How come you never sweet talk like that with me, Red?" (r/s/o) asked straight faced.

"Woman, you gave me a heart attack when you fainted from high blood pressure. I have to live with that as long as I live." Raph booped her nose.

#tmnt bayverse #tmnt 2014 #tmnt 2016 #tmnt bayverse x reader #tmnt leo #tmnt raph #tmnt donnie #tmnt mikey #tmnt fluff #tmnt pregnant reader

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theoriginalladya · 6 months

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A Beacon of Hope - Update

Summary: Newly engaged John Shepard and Kaidan Alenko take the day to celebrate John's birthday. Little do they know it is the beginning of something far more complicated.

Chapter Summary: John suspects the accident that killed his mother is more than just an accident, but it takes an attempt on Jayme while she's in the hospital to get the cops to believe it. Time to call in reinforcements to help!

Characters: John Shepard, Kaidan Alenko, Jayme Shepard, (Ethan) Coats, Armando Owen-Bailey

Tags: Mass Effect AU, Normandy Island AU, canon divergent, Happy Birthday Commander Shepard (first chapter), fluff, angst, drama, grief, minor character death, hospitals

Chapter 3: Got Your Six

Excerpt:

John knows it's his own fault he has to spend the rest of the morning cooling his heels and waiting for treatment down in the ER. Usually, he’s levelheaded and slow to anger, two things that made him such a good naval officer during his years of service and carried over to his new career in law enforcement. Turns out, finding out those he cares most about are in harm’s way and he can’t help shortens that fuse. Who knew? Kaidan helps John through the initial paperwork - John also suspects Bailey might have gotten involved by calling ahead, but he has no proof – and he’s brought to an examination room relatively quickly. After that, however, it's a waiting game. Hours pass. A nurse stops by to take his vitals as well as note down the details of his injury, but then leaves John and Kaidan alone again. Irritated and in pain, sitting still just isn’t in the cards, so John paces around the small room. Kaidan just sits there, his attention focused on his phone, though John suspects his fiancé is using that as a cover for sneaking peeks at him and making his own evaluation. Eventually, a doctor arrives. John makes it through another examination with gritted teeth. The pain from moving his hand plus the doctor's frown is enough to assure John he really has mucked things up. The doctor leaves John to pace some more, this time waiting as x-rays are arranged. By the time he and Kaidan leave the ER, John has both a cast and a sling as well as an official determination that he's broken the carpals - or is it metacarpals? Anatomy has never been his strong suit - in his right hand and for the next eight weeks or so will be on strictly limited activity. Great. John, 0; Stupidity, 1.

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Hi, all! It's been... two and a half years since I last updated this fic, but you know what? John and Kaidan have come roaring back! What do you say we see where this adventure takes them?

#A Beacon of Hope #mshenko #John Shepard #Kaidan Alenko #(Ethan) Coats #Jayme Shepard #Normandy Island AU #modern AU #Mass Effect #Chapter Update #ladya writes

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thotsforvillainrights · 6 days

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Guess whooooo?

Glad to see you are doing good, may i ask if you can do some fluff with all for one, where his s/o attempts again and again to scare him and fail miserably, only to one day manage to scare him so bad he doesnt scream, he *screeches*? Like that annoying anime girl scream? I beg of you, i need to read that!

(I absolutely cannot see him doing this HOWEVER because this is fanfiction and because it would be funny as hell, I'm going to make this a reality right now. I'll tweak it a tiny bit if that's okay with you!)

~Boo!~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up|drabble

Twenty eight...twenty eight failed attempts to scare him in the past 2 weeks alone. You wanted to give up hope but the persistence within you would not subside just yet. To many this would be unimportant, but to you, admitting defeat (to no one in particular) was not an option. You were determined to scare him just once even if it were only by a small margin. So you sit waiting patiently on the cold bathroom floor, counting the tile and listening to the sounds around you. For a minute you think you hear something but as it turns out, on a small bird had unfortunately ran into the glass window. You shake your head and try to hold in your laughter, biting your tongue to remain silent. The poor thing would be okay so it was fine to give the situation a small chuckle.

You needed the entertainment anyway.

You'd been inside of the bathroom for hours now. Your dedication to the bit was phenomenal yet somehow crazy all at the same time. While you were waiting for the perfect time to ambush, he was just making his way back home from a meeting of sorts. Or really it could be classified as something else? He'd preferred to call it a meeting since that sounded the most civil way to explain things. He even stopped to wash the blood from his hands on the way home so that he wouldn't startle you. He was looking forward to seeing your face after today but you can imagine his slight surprise when you're not immediately waiting on him at the front door. It raised some eyebrows between him and the doctor who would be joining the two of you for dinner this evening again. Soon realization set in. All for one knew you were up to another one of your tricks when you didn't come still even after he called out to you. The man chuckled and turned toward the doctor, crossing his arms.

"I'd mind your back if I were you. Y/N has a bad habit lately of hiding and reappearing suddenly. I suppose it's a feeble attempt to scare me. Cute, but pointless nonetheless." He smiles and begins searching for you throughout the house. Your mind was still wandering when you suddenly heard the sound of doors opening and closing. You smirked and hunkered down in your small hiding spot. You could feel the energy building up within you, the excitement of finally being successful possibly. After all, this was the only place you haven't tried to get him within the entire mansion. It's bound to work right?! You question yourself mentally, shifting positions to hop out at any time. Your heart stops for just a minute when you hear the old gilded doorknob wiggling around/turning. The door opens and you hear a familiar voice.

"Nice try my dear but I know you're in here. It's the only place you haven't tried yes?" You silently cursed yourself at the thought. You hadn't expected him to also pay attention to that fact as well. This was supposed to be your advantage. "Y/N, make yourself known to me and perhaps I'll pity your pathetic failure with affection." Suddenly he reaches forward and snatches the shower curtain open to reveal...

nothing at all.

You smirk at the opportunity present and leap out of the linen closet inside the bathroom, ignoring the clean towels falling out onto the bathroom floor around you. It was almost the perfect moment had confusion not taken over your feeling of triumph.

"Did you...did you just squeal???"

#sorry this was a bit short!#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #afo #all for one #bnha all for one #scenario

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writershapeholeonthedoor · 8 months

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Monchel raising Emma?

Disclaimer: Ross is a bit of a bitch, Mondler doesn't exist.

● It starts with Monica doing everything she can to help Rachel. She goes to her appointments, she cooks her healthy meals, she buys her vitamins and, overall, she's just there for Rachel while she's pregnant;

● It prompts Phoebe to say one random day that Monica is "the dad";

● Ross is pissed, he throws a tantrum, he raises his voice, but Rachel very calmly tells him to go fuck himself. How dare he be pissed that she's getting help from someone, from his sister no less, and when did he even ask her if she needed help?

● But they put up the conversation about what they are to the very last minute. Literally. Rachel is in labor, Monica can't be inside the room, and she just starts crying because she wants Monica to be there. When they finally convince the doctor to let Monica stay in the room, all Rachel can say is that Monica needs to see her daughter being born, and that settles it;

● From that day on, they're a family;

● Monica has so much patience and she always wanted to have kids, so she takes up the part very easily;

● Rachel is very happy to let her change all diapers, but, in her defence, Monica is the only one that can make the task look like the happiest moment of her life;

● Monica's parents aren't exactly supportive at first. They keep pretending it's not happening and they definitely call Ross more than once to talk about how crazy they think that is. It's not until a Christmas party that they see Monica raising Emma to put the star on the tree that they start acting more supportive of it;

● Emma's first words are "Mama" and she says it looking at Rachel, but them she looks to the side and says the same thing looking at Monica, and both of them cry for hours after that;

● They move to Paris because of Rachel's work and they stay there for over three years before coming back to New York. In that time, Emma learns a lot of French so, when they get back, they go around showing everybody their daughter can speak another language. Emma and Phoebe are constantly speaking French together;

● While they were introducing Emma to solid foods and making her taste everything, Monica would also make some of the things for Rachel because God knows her partner still is a picky eater. Joey would also join them simply because he loves to eat;

● Joey, by the way, is Emma's favorite uncle;

● First day in school was harder for Monica and Rachel than to Emma (and Ross as well). The girl walked inside the school with her big backpack and didn’t even look back, but Rachel was sobbing the whole time. Monica at least waited for her to get inside first;

● Monica is the one to deal with the hard things. She has a first aid kit always ready, she puts the band aids on the cuts and scratches, she always knows what medicine to give her when she's sick, and she's basically ready for anything at all;

● On Mother's Day, Rachel is usually the one to get up early to help Emma make breakfest for Monica. It's a surprise they don't burn down the kitchen at first, but Monica knows the food they bring her to bed is barely eatable;

● Oh, Mother's Day at school is also a big thing for them. Since the start they make sure the school knows Emma has too moms (not news for them since it's where Ben used to go as well), and they're always in the front row to watch the school dances and all of that. Emma makes them handmade cards too and they keep all of them inside a box on the back of their closet;

● They decide to have more kids when Emma is five, probably. It's when they find out Monica can't be pregnant. They have a conversation about it and Rachel confess that she hated being pregnant and has no wish to go through that again. They decide to adopt then, but it takes a while. It's the early 00' and they're a gay couple, so yeah, a lot of patience is involved;

● The twins come along when they had already lost hope, actually. Emma is eight already and she becomes the best big sister ever;

● When Emma hits her teenage years, Rachel is the one that tries to keep her from going to parties and such. It's not until Monica reminds her that she used to sneak out from her parent's house that Rachel decides to stop trying to put Emma inside a bubble. Monica becomes her driver, though, driving her to the parties and them going to pick her up afterwards. It's a very clear rule that she has to go back at a reasonable hour and Monica has to pick her up from the same place she left her. It works very well. Even if Emma does enjoy to party, she's also a very responsible kid;

● Rachel almost faints when Emma says she has a boyfriend, however, and not even Monica is very happy about it either. Surprisingly, Joey and Chandler are the ones that take it the hardest. They make it a hobbie to scare Emma's potential boyfriends away;

● Also, throughout the years, there's tons of family photos. The house is filled with them (also, it's filled with so much love)

#friends #monica gelller #rachel green #rachel x monica #monica x rachel #monchel #emma green geller #imagine #headcanons

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dontfeeltoohot · 8 months

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I wrote some Chase fic and it's @softsicknose 's birthday!!!

This is written in a different POV- Martha Masters' from season seven. I really love her, and I enjoyed stretching my writing comfort zone for her. I hope you enjoy!!!

XXX

Chase is late. Late, she’s found, is based solely on when House arrives (unless they’ve been given a time by Cuddy). Chase is usually always early. Early is determined by the time at least two of the team are in the diagnostics room. Out of all the times she’s walked through the glass doors and into the room in the early morning, he’s only been absent four times. All four of those times have also seen him strolling in before their boss. The fact that she, Taub, Foreman, Doctor Hadley and even House are here and Chase isn’t is odd. Martha likes routines, likes things to stay the same and this disruption in the day to day has her feeling anxious. Her prefrontal cortex is telling her that the blonde is probably just stuck in traffic and there’s nothing to worry about, but it doesn’t stop her from fiddling with the pen she’d borrowed from the man earlier that week.

No one else mentions that the intensivist is missing, and maybe they all know something she doesn’t? It wouldn’t be the first time- she’s becoming used to being left out of things or being cast aside as an inside joke is told. She’s never gotten the courage to ask what some of the things they say mean, because when it comes down to it she’s here to learn about medicine and science, not about Foreman’s brother or the reason Doctor Hadley was in jail.

Seventeen minutes after they start the differential, Chase pushes through the door, looking minorly rumpled but otherwise fine- attractive as always. The realization that she’s just called the blonde attractive sinks in. Objectively, she’s aware he’s much more pleasing on the eyes than anyone else on the team; except maybe Doctor Hadley, and that statistically blonde hair and blue eyes tend to lend themselves to what the world has deemed beautiful. His accent doesn’t hurt either.

Get it together Martha, it’s Chase. Chase, whose password is password, who sleeps with three women in one night only to forget their names. Chase, who does crosswords instead of listening to their boss. Chase, who is also an amazing intensivist and who has gotten more correct diagnosies than anyone else since she’s been here. Chase, who always looks just a little put out when House doesn’t latch on to one of his jokes or praise him when he’s found the correct answer.

“Chase! How kind it is of you to grace us with your presence.”

The words snap the brunette out of her trance.

As House snarks, a dark blue folder is thrown at the man who tries to catch it but fails. Instead it hits his shoulder and flops onto the table. Taub and Foreman are reading through their own copies, seemingly unbothered by the disturbance, that or they’re tired of House’s antics. Doctor Hadley is glancing up at Chase with a furrowed brow but he gives her a shrug and sits down, leather messenger bag swaying on the back of his chair.

With how close he’s sitting, Masters can smell his cologne- something aquatic and airy, no doubt to remind him of Australia and its beaches. As the team bounces ideas off one another, she notices Chase pressing the back of his pointer finger against his right eye- closed. The structure of his jaw tells her it’s clenched, which indicates he’s either annoyed or possibly in pain. Annoyed seems much more likely.

“What about you, Captain Kangaroo? Any ideas in that pretty head of yours? Or did the one too many drinks you had last night impair its functioning?”

“Actually, the effects of alcohol wear off in usually six hours unless your metabolism is slow. Even then, it’s likely to be around eight or nine hours,” she offers.

“I didn’t drink last night, and that insult was sub par,” Chase says as if he’s been waiting for some kind of accusation. “Could be a DVT that traveled to her lung.”

Something about his voice is different today, it’s lower, maybe? She’s not sure which adjective goes best, but she watches as he swallows and his adams apple bobs unnaturally slowly. He goes to automatically grab a mug that’s not there, hand halfway outstretched before he drops it and rubs the lower half of his face. House’s eyes drag over him like a cat stalking his prey but the older man doesn’t say anything, instead he just sighs, then twirls his orange expo marker in his hand, staring at the list of symptoms on the board.

“DVT was checked for, next.”

As Martha wracks her brain for different causes of the new patient's afflictions, she hears rather than see’s Chase shift in his chair, then a breath being inhaled and snagging.

“h’ihnGgkt! HnGXxt! hh-NgXTtuh!!”

The sneezes are far quieter and less obtrusive than she’s imagined. She’s thought since starting that the blonde’s sneezes would be loud and harsh, slightly dramatic. These are small and very obviously meant to be quiet. Interesting.

“You shouldn’t stifle like that, you can burst your eardrums from holding a sneeze in,” she comments after his last one, watching him raise his eyes from the folder, one eyebrow quirked upwards. She flushes, unsure if the comment was appropriate. She just wants to help! What if Chase blew out an ear drum from being careless? She’s simply doing a kind thing, she tells herself.

“I’ve done it my entire life, Masters, think I’ll be alright.”

As Foreman suggests an alternate cause, Masters nods and writes down both ideas, wanting to keep up with the details of the case, even if they turn out to be wrong. A sniffle breaks her concentration and as subtly as she can; feigning looking at the clock, she glances at the doctor next to her, noting the barely visible shadows under his eyes. Not enough sleep, then. The rest of the DDX goes as usual, with House giving them all assignments. She gets put with Taub to go break into the patient's house.

“Do you really think this is a good idea? She can’t keep her holier-than-thou mouth shut when it comes to this type of stuff. Wouldn’t it be better for me and…anyone else goes?”

The med student frowns and twists at her cardigan, headband feeling suddenly too tight. Her cheeks feel warm and she knows her capillaries have opened and blood has rushed to show her emotions whether she wants to or not. Foreman gives a low laugh, rolling his eyes. Chase looks like he might say something but Doctor Hadley beats him to it.

“If you’re so worried, then do the labs and I’ll go with her.”

Surprise drives out the embarrassment of feeling like an unwanted dog at the pound. Didn’t Doctor Hadley dislike her too? Why was she rushing to her aide? Was this another joke she was going to be the butt of? She chances a look at the older woman and sees her smiling.

“Us girls have to stick together, right?”

“R-Right.”

Taub blows out a breath from his puffed cheeks and nods, saluting her.

“Thanks, I owe you one.”

“Alright children, play nice,” House calls from where he’s hobbling through the door to his connected office, tone indicating he doesn’t actually care what’s being said to one another.

The car ride to the patient’s house is filled with an awkward silence. Martha’s unhappy she has to go at all, it’s unethical and illegal. No one else cares and she wonders if it’s because of House or their own morals. Her mother taught her right from wrong at a young age- what did everyone else’s mother teach them? As she watches trees go by, Doctor Hadley fiddles with the radio and then looks over when they stop at a red light.

“So, how’re you liking it on the team so far?”

“It’s been, uhmm…interesting? Definitely seeing more than what I’ve been exposed to in my own world. A lot of it’s for the worse,” she trails off, her last sentence barely audible, but the other woman must hear it.

“You know, this team has been through a lot. And a lot of things have changed all of us, but when it comes down to it, we’re here to do our job and save people. If that means breaking rules, well.” A pause. “Is it better to watch someone die while keeping yourself pure or save an innocent life and do something risky?”

For once, Martha’s unsure of the answer. Both are morally wrong- is there an answer that’s better than the other? It feels like some kind of perverse test so she crosses her arms against her chest and tries not to act like a petulant child.

“Is that why you’re all so codependent?” The words tumble from her mouth before she can stop them. She wants to smack herself.

Doctor Hadley- Thirteen, as the boys call her for unknown reasons, laughs and a smile appears.

“I wouldn’t say codependent. We just work well as a team. We also work well individually. Chase was first to work with House, then Foreman joined. After they left, Taub and I were hired. Foreman came back, and then Chase. We all fell into an easy team who can communicate pretty well.”

“House likes you all. Was that, did he-“ she sighs and tries to reign all of her thoughts together. “Was he like that with everyone who’s been part of his team before? Or were there others who were treated like me?”

“I think that that’s a question for him, even if he won’t answer it. He doesn’t hate you. If he did, you wouldn’t still be here. He obviously sees something in you that he wants to cultivate.”

Martha isn’t sure what to say to that, so she nods and let’s the silence fall around them again. She’s never been good with small talk, and now it’s apparent she’s not good with any kind of talk.

They get back to the hospital two hours later, when the clock is about to hit noon. The women head to diagnostics but it’s empty, so they reroute and take all of the plastic baggies full of their findings to the lab to start working. As they approach the large room, Martha notices a familiar figure sitting in the corner with his back to the door. He’s got his lab coat on now, and from what she can tell he’s got his chin leaning on his hand, posture screaming ‘I’m bored’. He must be waiting for a test to finish up.

“Hey, why don’t you go find House or Foreman and let them know I’m about to run the tests,” Thirteen suggests, taking the large bag full of items and holding it. “Otherwise, House will bust in and scare the hell out of us.”

Martha gets the feeling she’s being deliberately shooed away. There’s more than enough things that need to be tested for them to both be running them at the same time, but the inflection in the woman’s voice indicates a finality attached to her words.

“Okay, uhm, I’ll let him know. You’re not going to do some crazy illegal test are you?”

“No, I just think he should be updated,” the woman says in an almost trained voice, calmness radiating from her sudden tone.

“Right. I can do that.”

The brunette gets half way down the hall when she realizes she has no clue where their grumpy boss might be. Not wanting to explore the entirety of the hospital, Martha turns around and starts to walk back to ask her coworkers. When she gets close enough to see into the dimly lit room, she freezes. The two seem to be arguing. Chase is still on the stool in front of the microscope, looking up at Thirteen with a petulant, almost defiant look on his face. Feeling like interrupting might not be a good idea, she goes off in search of House, feeling more out of the loop than she has all day.

XXX

“Tests were negative.”

“Same with ours.”

Thirteen and Chase walk in; a much needed interruption to whatever the other three men on the team are talking about, to inform them of their findings. House sighs and stares at the board again, twirling his marker. Taub looks up from where he’s munching on his hospital-prepared sandwich from the cafeteria. She’s already finished her own salad, but Foreman is still working on his. They nabbed sandwiches for the other two, now sitting in the middle of the large glass table.

As expected, Thirteen grabs hers ravenously, having not eaten for hours. Chase, however, sits and doesn’t so much as look at the last wrapped up sub, instead grabbing the folder to look at once again. Foreman and Taub look at the Australian, confusion written on their faces.

“You’re not eating? You always eat. You eat more than me and Foreman combined,” the eldest of the four questions.

With a frown, Chase grabs the sandwich and opens it, not breaking eye contact with the neurologist. He takes a bite and swallows, keeping his face impassive.

“Better?”

“Loads,” the man deadpans, rolling his eyes.

Throughout the new round of ideas, Martha notices Chase hasn’t touched his sandwich since the initial bite. He’s procured a water bottle from his bag, sipping on it every few minutes, but the food goes untouched and unnoticed by everyone else. She thinks she sees House’s eyes sweep over the intensivist, but she might be imagining things- House may play favorites but the idea of him caring about someone to a degree of worry seems improbable.

Foreman gets up to throw his trash away, prompting Thirteen to as well. As they talk about even more possibilities for the patient, Chase angles his face towards his chest, ducking his face downwards.

“ihNGkKt! h’GXKt! h’KGkTSCH’uh! SNF!”

The first two are quiet enough that if Martha wasn’t paying attention she doesn’t think she would have necessarily heard them. The third however is stronger and Martha cringes inwardly at not only the amount of force he’s used to try and hold it in, but also at the soupy sounding sniffle after. He gets up immediately, striding across the room to the kitchenette and plucks a tissue from the box they have sitting there. She notices he doesn’t blow, merely just wipes at his nose before pocketing the tissue and washing his hands. At least he’s hygienic.

“Bless you,” Taub throws over his shoulder casually.

Martha watches as the blonde ignores him, moving to snatch the 90% uneaten sandwich up instead and set it in the mini fridge to finish later. The medical student has the urge to throw out yet another statistic about the act of sternation but is interrupted by all six of their pagers going off- saved by the bell.

The rest of the day is a haze of the patient crashing, adrenaline, House getting angry for not being able to figure out what’s wrong, and everyone else picking up his energy. House is the determining factor of a lot more than she’s realized, as Foreman snaps back at their boss when he starts telling them they’re all morons. He goes as far as to insult not only Chase, but Thirteen, which Martha hasn’t witnessed yet.

“House, we’re trying. We can’t think any faster,” the dark skinned man frowns.

“Oh yeah? I bet I could make you think faster if you want to keep your job!”

“You’re not going to fire any of us,” Chase drawls from where he’s sitting, having moved from the uncomfortable metal chairs at the table to the slightly less uncomfortable chairs in the corner of the room.

“Wanna bet? You of all people should know I can and I will,” the older man sneers, moving closer to the blonde.

Martha has an odd feeling in her stomach, something between anxiety, anticipation and most of all, surprise. Does House mean he’s fired Chase before? Surely not, not when they’re so obviously the most in-sync out of everyone. For a split second the intensivist looks like he’s going to stand up and go at it with their boss but instead he just shrugs and presses the tips of his fingers to closed eyelids.

“Exactly. Now think.”

Finally, Thirteen comes up with a semi-plausible idea, and though House makes it known he doesn’t truly believe it, they’re ordered to go in and check the man’s mitral valve. Doing something is better than nothing, Martha agrees.

��Chase, scrub up and take Taub and Ms. Goody-two-shoes with you.”

“Can’t we have Masters do-“

“Absolutely not. This isn’t time for a learning experience, this is time to cut open this guy and fix him so he lives. She helps, you do.”

A grumble of incomprehensible words are drowned out by Taub getting up out of his chair and patting her shoulder, leaning his head towards the door as a gesture to tell her to follow. She does, not wanting to deal with any more childish back and forth arguing. As they all head down the hallway, Masters looks at Taub for direction. She doesn’t understand why Chase is upset she’s not doing it- usually it’s the other way around.

As the three slip into the empty elevator, Chase uses the inside of his wrist to scrub at his nose, sniffling yet again. Normally Martha wouldn’t notice these things, but he was late, so now all her attention is solely on him. It’s definitely not because he’s gorgeous or funny or the only to even remotely build her up sometimes.

“So why don’t you wanna do the surgery?” Taub asks, turning to the taller man.

“Because it’s cold in the OR and I’m already freezing,” Chase grumps, pulling his lab coat tighter. “Scrubs can only keep you so warm.”

#my fic #paging doctor chase #softsicknose

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monako-jinn-stories · 1 year

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Echo x Fem! Reader FanFic

A Returning Echo ~ After the Citadel

Main Master List

Story Master List

Chapter Thirty Six

Chapter Thirty Eight

Chapter Thirty Seven

Warning: there is a vague birth but not descriptive. Basically just saying the reader goes into labor.

You wake up and groan as the light filters in through the windows. You had forgotten to close them last night, but instead of just using the force to close it, you merely roll over onto your side. Well, as much as you can with a baby bump as big as yours is. You sigh, pushing yourself onto your back again and letting your limbs flop out.

“I can’t karking wait until you’re born,” you mumble, and almost immediately you feel a sharp pain. You push yourself up, heat coming to your cheeks as you realize there is a wet spot under you now. “What the-” your words are cut off by another sharp pain, and you lean forward, clutching the spot where it hurt. “AHNI!” you yell, hoping she can hear you.

More than one set of footsteps rushes to your room, and you’re waddling towards the door when it flies open. “Y/n?!” Kwol asks, rushing to your side, “what’s wrong?” Ahni is right behind him, followed by Codo. “Is it the baby?”

“I don’t know,” you reply, tears in your eyes from confusion and pain, “it hurts so much though.”

“It’s probably labor,” Ahni replies, her voice surprisingly calm. Well, she did go through this once before with the twins. And Kwol tends to not know how to handle or process things like this. “Let’s get her to the medical area and get a doctor.”

“Would you like me to come along, my dear?” Codo asks, and you immediately nod your head yes. You need your father with you, especially when going through something like this.

Codo and Ahni race you to the medical area while Kwol runs off to find a doctor and nurse. You feel awful, completely out of breath when you finally flop down onto the medical table. Soon after, Kwol is there with the nurse and she instructs you on how to get ready while the doctor prepares a few things. Codo comes into the room to stand by your side and hold your hand while everything happens, assuring you that you are doing well and that it’s all going okay. Kwol is banished from the room after a while when he can’t get his own emotions under control.

After a few painful hours, everyone is crowded around you as your wide eyed little girl stares up at them. Kwol is crying again and Ahni has a big grin on her face. Codo has the proudest look you’ve ever seen as he smiles down at you and Echoa. In the back of your mind, though, there is the knowledge that someone is missing, perhaps the most important person.

Echo would have melted the second he laid eyes on his daughter. Her eyes match his perfectly, and her tuft of curls bounce on her head in a way that mimicked his own curls. She’s the perfect mixture of you and him, and when you look down at her, you can’t help but cry over him again.

~~~

Fives sits eating his dinner with Hardcase, Kix, and Jesse, cracking jokes between every few bites. He doesn’t notice when Anakin spots him from across the mess hall and begins to make his way over. He only notices him when he sits down in front of him with a wide grin on his face.

“Did you hear the news, Fives?” his general asks, eagerness seeping into each word.

“News? No sir, I haven’t,” Fives responds, slightly confused at Anakin’s overly cheery attitude. Usually, that isn’t a good sign.

“Y/n had her daughter earlier!”

Fives takes a second to process the words, but when he does, he feels everything around him slow. “Wait, what?” Fives’s eyes widen and he drops his fork, completely forgetting how hungry he had been a few minutes ago.

“Yeah, she had her a few hours ago-”

“General Skywalker,” Fives says, standing up and putting his hands on the table, leaning towards him, “I need to go to Dohbar.”

Anakin looks at him blankly, blinking a few times before responding. “What? Fives, I know you want to see her, but you can’t just go to Dohbar right now-“

“You don’t understand sir,” he says, cutting him off and slapping a hand to Anakin’s mouth, “I need to go to Dohbar. That little girl is the daughter of my closest brother, and I have to meet her. I care about her more than I could ever explain. She is one of the most important people that I will ever know.”

When Fives takes his hand away, Anakin sits with his mouth open in surprise for a second before he shakes out of his daze. “Alright, well, Jawa Squad of the 17th is leaving right now to go see her, so I guess you can see if they’ll let you-“

“Thank you sir! Thank you so much!” he says, turning and running faster than Anakin has ever seen him run before. As he runs through the barracks, he pushes and dodges people that are in his way, telling himself the whole time that this was the one thing he can’t be late for. Shaak Ti might have learned to plan dates for an hour ahead because she knows Fives is always late, but a baby won’t wait for anyone. Especially if it’s Echo’s baby.

“Sans!” Fives yells as he bursts into the hanger.

Sans, Hex, Steele, Aid, and Tie all turn to look at the clone running towards them. “Fives, is everything alright?” Sans replies, “you in a rush to head somewhere?”

“Yes, everything is alright. Everything’s perfect, actually,” he bends over as he reaches them, completely out of breath. He holds a hand up, signaling them to wait a moment before he speaks again. “I’m coming with you to Dohbar.”

“You are?” Steele questions, looking at Hex.

“Don’t look at me, I didn’t know either.”

“Yes,” Fives butts in, “I need to meet my niece. Look, Echo was my best brother, and this little girl…she’s all I have left of him. I won’t forgive myself if I don’t meet her.”

“I see. Well,” Sans starts, a smile on his face, “we’ll gladly let you join us in visiting y/n and the baby. We’ll even let you see her first.”

Fives jumps forward and flings his arms around Sans briefly before stepping back and resting his hands on his shoulders. “Thank you, sir. I owe you everything.”

“No you don’t, Fives,” he says, resting his own hand on top of Fives’s shoulder, “We’re brothers. This is what you’ve earned. Echo was a good man.”

“No, he wasn’t a good man. He was the best,” Fives replies, and there’s a hint of sadness in his voice. Sans nods and leads them all onto the ship, and for the entire flight Fives anxiously waits to land on Dohbar. He wonders what it will be like, he had only heard about it briefly from Echo, and had never visited it himself. Will it be just as amazing as he imagined, or will it be completely different.

“Nervous?” Fives snaps out of his mind when he hears the words and looks to see Hex with a slight smirk on his face. “Don’t worry, it’ll be okay. Once you see her, you’ll know everything is going to be just fine.”

“I hope so,” Fives sighs, “I don’t know how to do this whole uncle thing, though. And I just…” His words break and he looks down at the floor, his heart aching again.

Hex leans forward and rests a hand on Fives’s shoulder. “I know you feel guilt over everything. And you don’t think you deserve to be the one here to meet her. But if not Echo, then you. You are the best option that we have. You know him better than any of us, and you can bring the side of him that she never met.”

“But that’s the thing, Echo should be here instead. If I had just-”

“Fives,” Hex says, a little more firmly this time, “look at me.” Fives clears his throat and lifts his head, meeting Hex’s eyes. “I’ve seen someone very close to me lose themself with guilt, thinking that they should have done better to save one of our own. But you both did all that you could. It’s not fair, nothing in this war is. But we wouldn’t be here without it. Echo wouldn’t have existed without it, and our niece, your niece, wouldn’t either. Echo and y/n never would have met, and their daughter would never have been born. Yes, you lost Echo, and we lost Bomber, but you have to keep staying strong for him, like we do for Bomber. You have to love Echoa the way Echo would want you to, with enough love to be from the both of you.”

Fives wipes away the tears that spill from his eyes and nods. He clears his throat and looks up again, meeting Hex’s gaze. “Thank you,” he says quietly, and Hex offers him a small smile.

“Of course. Now, take a few minutes to ready yourself. We’re going to be landing in five.”

Fives sits up straighter, looking out the viewport. He watches as the ship exits hyperspace and holds outside the atmosphere for a minute before beginning to head down. He looks at the land, and it’s indescribable.

“Yeah, it’s pretty great, isn’t it?” Hex chuckles. “We’re lucky that we get to visit here quite often.”

“What? No fair!” Fives whines, “I’m always stuck on Coruscant, Kamino, or in battle.”

“Well, now you have an excuse to come here,” Hex comments before standing and walking out. Fives continues to watch the descent before quickly washing his face off and making sure he looks decent. Not that he needed to impress a baby, but first impressions always stick. Besides, if he can’t be the favorite uncle, then he kriff-well be the most handsome one.

When the ship lands, Fives is practically bursting through the walls. He doesn’t know where he’s going, but he runs out of the hangar and into the palace. The boys of Jawa squad just shrug and chuckle, taking their time as they let Fives meet her first.

After running around for a minute, taking a few left turns and a couple right ones, Fives realizes he’s lost. He looks around at the hall around him, trying to remember which way he came from and which rooms he’d checked, but everything looks unfamiliar to him.

“Excuse me,” he says to someone walking by, “could you help me find where y/n and her daughter are?” Mai-Lee nods and tells him the directions to get to the nursery. Fives nods his thanks and runs off again, this time to actually find you.

You’re peacefully holding your daughter as she sleeps in your arms, trailing a finger down her soft cheek. Her mouth is slightly open, and she’s snoring like her father used to. Everything about her breaks your heart when it reminds you of him. You wipe a tear away before it falls on her, not wanting to disturb her peace. When Fives comes to the room, he stands in the doorway for a second, studying your figure as your back is facing him.

“Fives…” you say softly, sensing him before turning around to face him. You have the most sad but happy look on your face when you see him. But he doesn’t look at you for long. His eyes fall on the tiny little bundle in your arms. You watch as he practically crumbles where he stands, so you look down and smile at your little girl. She’s opened her eyes and is now looking at Fives, reaching out to him slightly with a little arm. You feel the absolute heartbreak and love coming from Fives and so you slowly walk over to him, as you don’t think he could move if he tried. When you’re close enough, he lifts up a shaky hand and runs a finger down her small face.

“She’s so soft…” he mumbles. “Her eyes…they’re as bright and hopeful as his were…”

You nod your head, and hold her out slightly towards him. “Do you want to hold her?” you ask, and his head snaps up to look at you.

“C-can I? Really?” You nod again, a small giggle coming from you. Your daughter copies the sound and when Fives hears it, he lets out a small sob-like noise.

He gently takes her into his arms and stares down at her. “She’s perfect,” he says, his eyes full of awe, “she doesn’t have one flaw…”

“Well, she snores like Echo did,” you joke.

Fives just shakes his head, the awe still in his eyes. “I bet they’re the cutest snores ever.”

“They are.” The next thing you know, you see a tear fall from his cheek. It lands on your daughter's little onesie, and then another soon follows. “Oh, Fives,” you say, placing a hand on his arm. He looks up at you with tears streaming down his face now, not even bothering to fight them back.

“I miss him so much, y/n. Everyday…I-I feel so lost without him,” he says in between sniffs.

“I know, Fives. I know. I miss him too.”

“He would have been so happy,” Fives chokes out. Your daughter reaches up again, putting a hand gently on his chest, right above his heart. That’s the moment that truly breaks him. He holds her close to him as the sobs wrack his body. He falls to his knees as he clutches her, and all you feel coming through the force is pure grief and sorrow. You kneel down and hold him, allowing yourself to cry with him. Your silent tears don’t compare to his sobs, though. It’s as if he’s been holding back all his grief and it’s finally bursting out.

After a while of sitting like that, crying together while Fives holds your daughter, he finally quiets as he looks down at her. “What did you name her?” he asks quietly, running another finger down her soft cheek. He needs to know that you went through with it. He needs to hear her name again.

“Echoa Jinn,” you reply softly, “just like I planned.”

“Echoa…” he repeats. “Echoa Jinn. I’ve never heard a more beautiful name.”

In the morning, you wake up to see Fives standing on your balcony with Echoa in his arms. You can hear him humming something quiet and soft, and you smile to yourself as you throw your covers to the side and leave your bed. You cover a yawn as you walk out, poking Fives lightly in the side to let him know you’re there.

“Oh, goodmorning,” he says, holding Echoa out for you to take, “I just wanted to show her the sunrise. I told her about how Echo always loved to watch them.”

“When he woke up in time to see them, that is,” you giggle. Echoa mimics the sound, and Fives visibly melts where he stands. “You really have a strong hold over your uncle. You’re gonna be so spoiled.”

“Kriff right she is,” Fives says, and you shoot him a glare. “What? I just said-”

“No karking swearing around the kriffing newborn!” you say harshly, and you stare at each other for a moment before bursting into laughter.

“You’re gonna have your mother’s language for sure,” he says, poking Echoa’s nose, making her scrunch it up in reaction. “Let’s just hope she’s not like Echo and doesn’t recite every single manual she ever reads.”

“I doubt she’s going to be reading many manuals,” you reply, “textbooks, maybe, but not manuals.”

Fives looks at you in confusion, not quite understanding what you mean. “Aren’t all books technically textbooks? Because you use text to write them?”

“Well, I mean, I guess,” you shrug, “but textbooks are like…well I guess they’re like school versions of manuals. You learn things in them and you read them for class to study and stuff.”

“Eugh,” he replies, sticking his tongue out, “studying is for losers.”

“Is that why you failed almost all of your manual based tests?” you ask, a smirk on your face.

“Hey, we don’t talk about that,” he shoots back, reaching out and taking Echoa again. “Echoa, I hope I get to help raise you the right way.”

“And what exactly is the right way?” you ask, folding your arms and arching a brow in question.

“The fun way,” he replies before a beeping starts to go off. “Kriff, that’s probably Skywalker.” He holds Echoa in one arm as he reaches into his pocket for his holotransceiver. Sure enough, when he answers, Anakin is there with Rex at his side.

“Hey, Fives. How’s it going there?”

“Good, General,” he replies before holding the holotransceiver so Echoa can be seen. “She’s perfect.”

Anakin and Rex smile, Rex with more pride, but both lovingly. “I’m glad. Although, I hate to tell you, but we’ll be stopping by shortly to pick you up for a mission.”

“Oh,” he says, his face falling. “Okay, I’ll be ready.”

“Sorry, vod,” Rex says, “but you can go back and visit her after.”

“Okay,” Fives says, a bit happier now. He hands you Echoa after the holo ends, smiling sadly and kissing her nose goodbye before heading off to get ready.

“I think it’s time you saw your other uncles,” you say cheerfully, and Echoa gives a gummy grin in response as you begin to head off and find the boys of Jawa Squad.

It doesn’t take long, and as soon as you walk into the room they’re in, Sans swoops in and takes Echoa into his arms. “Finally, I’ve been deprived for so long, and I am finally able to see my niece!” He lifts her up and spins around with her giggling above his head, grinning widely before another pair of hands snatch her away.

“I think her favorite uncle should get to hold her first,” Steele says, holding her close to his chest. He smiles down at her, and she grins back before spitting up on him. “Eugh, gross- here, you take her,” he says, shoving her into Hex’s arms.

“I think I like you a lot more now,” Hex chuckles, grabbing a nearby towel and cleaning off her face. “There, all better. Now, just remember, if you need to spit up on anyone, always spit up on Steele.”

“Excuse me?” Steele says, yanking the towel from Hex with a glare and cleaning himself up.

“You’re excused, and you’re takin’ up too much time,” Tie says, taking Echoa from Hex.

“Di’kut,” Hex mumbles before he notices Aid slowly making his way over to Tie.

“Huh?” Tie says, having felt a tap on his right shoulder. When he turns to look, Aid snatches Echoa and hurries off to the other side of the room. “Oh, you mudscuffer.”

“Out of everyone here, I feel like I’m the most qualified to be holding a baby. Besides y/n, of course,” Aid replies matter-of-factly from his perch in the corner.

“Just because you’re a medic, that doesn’t make you any more qualified than us,” Sans retorts.

“Yeah. Have you ever even held a baby before?” Steele asks, folding his arms across his chest.

“Yeah, you when you stub your toe,” Aid snarks back.

“Oh, you little-”

“Not with the baby in his arms,” Hex warns, “you can tackle him and wrestle him once Echoa is safe in y/n’s arms again.”

“Speaking of which,” you say while walking over, “can I have my daughter back?” Aid looks up at you with pleading eyes, but it just makes your own expression solidify more. He sighs then, giving her back to you, poking her nose when she’s back in your arms. “What are you boys up to today?”

“Not sure yet,” Sans replies, “but I think we might have to be heading back to Coruscant soon.”

“Lucky you. I’ll probably have to be out of battle for a while. Well, unless I can convince them to let me go back sooner.”

“I don’t think that would be terribly hard, although do you really think it’s a good idea?” Steele asks. “I mean, you just had a baby. You don’t want to miss out on anything important.”

You bite your lip as you think, knowing he has a point. But you’ve been out of battle for so long already, and you’re getting restless. Of course you want to be with Echoa, but you also want to be a Jedi again. You want to be the general of the 17th, lead your men into battle, fight for the end of the war. “I’ll…take as much time with her as I think I need,” you reply finally. “But then I’ll be back out and fighting alongside you all.”

“Unless the war is over before then,” Tie adds, “hopefully it will end soon. I’m gettin’ tired of this fightin’. I got a boyfriend that needs me more than the war does.”

“Quin is just fine without you touching him all the time,” Aid retorts, “it’s probably nice that he’s getting a break from you.”

“Hey! I’ll have ya know that Quin loves me and loves when I’m around him.”

“Yeah, but you ever think you’re around him too much?” Hex asks. “I’m purely wondering, not insinuating that you are.”

“I don’t know, I don’t think negatively like that,” Tie counters.

“Really? Didn’t your negative thinking almost break you guys up?”

“Okay, we’re done talkin’ ‘bout my relationship. I love Quin and Quin loves me. That’s the end of it. Besides, at least I have a boyfriend.”

“We’ve been over this, Tie,” Hex sighs, “I’m not into relationships or hooking up. I don’t want to date or have sex. Aroace, remember?”

“Yes, I remember. I jus’ don’t understand you,” Tie mumbles, “but I’m not judgin’. Jus’ don’t think I could ever live without Quin, or Quin’s-”

“Enough,” you say, “that’s enough relationship talk for today. Besides, don’t you boys have somewhere to be?”

“We’ve got time to spend with you and Echoa,” Sans counters, “right, Hex?”

Hex snorts, folding his arms across his chest, “I don’t know, you’re the commander.”

“Yeah, but you’re the guy who plans everything.”

Hex just huffs and rolls his eyes. “Yes, we have time before we have to head back.”

“Good, so we can begin fightin’ for favorite uncle,” Tie says eagerly, reaching again for the baby who was now in Steele’s arms. You roll your eyes and let a small smile creep onto your face. It’s probably best to just let those boys be themselves, you figure. Besides, you know you can always trust them.

After a while, you decide to go start doing other things. Echoa has fallen asleep, so you’re not too worried about anything happening while you go about. Your room is a mess, and there’s lots of new changes that need to be made around. You also need to get a new piercing to symbolize having a child.

As much as you don’t like needles, this is the one thing, other than being raised here, that truly made you a Dohbarian. You don’t have the Dohbarian blood, something the king and queen made sure you’d known growing up. You also don’t have the typical Dohbarian features, but you have the spirit and passion. Not to mention the royal status.

It’s almost as if your whole life you’ve been trying to prove to yourself that you do belong here, that this is your home. The relentless bullying throughout your childhood didn’t help, and being whisked away on royal and jedi training trips almost constantly didn’t do you any favors either. As much as you’re sure your people love you, you’re not quite sure you truly fit. But you’ll do everything in your power to ensure Echoa fits in, and feels as though she belongs.

The piercing doesn’t take long, and Mrs. Orno is the elder you choose to do it. She happily comes to the palace, excited to see you and the baby. She makes sure to give her condolences as well, and shares a short conversation about Echo with you. And then she assures you that no one else could be a better queen than you.

Bounty hunters are always watching. They have to be, it’s a key part of their job. That’s how they knew something was up when you hadn’t been spotted outside of Dohbar in weeks. That’s how they knew when you’d had your daughter. That’s how Bane knew that she was in danger.

One night, a couple weeks after her birth, you put Echoa to bed and receive a very unexpected transmission when you settle down in your room.

“Bane?” you say curiously, the duros showing as a holo in front of you. “What gives me the unexpected honor of talking to you tonight?”

“Little lady, when were you going to tell me about your little girl?”

You let out an amused snort, crossing your arms across your chest. “I didn’t know I was supposed to invite you to the birth.”

“Don’t be sassy with me, pretty Jedi. I’ll make this quick. Your daughter is in danger. She’s not even a standard month old and she’s already got a sizable bounty on her head.”

You almost drop your holotranceiver in shock when he tells you. Your heart sinks and your mouth goes dry. “You can’t be serious,” you say, not wanting to believe him.

“I’m afraid not, little lady,” he sighs. “She’s the daughter of a Jedi and a clone, not to mention she’s also royalty. Add on the fact that she could be force-sensitive, and her value is higher than Coruscant’s tallest building.”

“Kark-how did this even get out?! We did so much to hide my pregnancy and-”

“Oh, it’s not out to the public, don’t worry about that,” he waves a hand dismissively, as if it made everything much better. “It’s just out to bounty hunters.”

“And that’s better?!” you nearly yell, catching yourself just as you remember Echoa is sleeping.

“I never said that. Look, I’m telling you this to warn you. Of all people, I’d hate to see you lose this most. You’ve lost enough, and the war isn’t over yet. You could very well end up losing more.”

“Thanks for the comforting words,” you reply sarcastically, rolling your eyes with a huff.

“Look, I holoed you to warn you. And I’m also going to promise you something.”

Your eyes narrow slightly when he says that. A promise from Bane could mean anything, and likely nothing good. “What could you possibly have to promise or offer me?”

“I’ll do all that I can to protect her,” he says, pulling the toothpick from his mouth and trailing his fingers along the brim of his hat.

“And what are you asking for in return?”

“Nothing. We’re mutually beneficial friends, and you’re one of few people I might care about. If I had that ability, of course. So I’ll do what I can, I promise you that, little lady.”

You stare at him for a few seconds, processing his words. You can barely believe what he was saying, it isn’t like the Bane that you’re used to. “How do I know you’re not going to kill her yourself?”

“Y/n, how many people have we killed together?”

You huff, folding your arms and rolling your eyes. “Too many for me to care to keep count.”

“Exactly. Like I said, we’re mutually beneficial friends. We help each other out and don’t ask questions,” he explains before his tone goes softer. “I’ll do what I can to ensure knowledge of her doesn’t get out into circulation.”

“Thank you, Bane,” you sigh, finding a little relief knowing that he’s on your side. For now, at least.

“No problem, little lady. Give your daughter a kiss for me, and tell her uncle Bane will protect her.” You smile softly as the transmission ends. Bane is one of the last people you could imagine wanting to keep her safe, especially when there’s a bounty on her head. But every word he spoke had sounded sincere and you can’t help but think that maybe he does care a little about you, even if he won’t admit it.

But despite Bane being out there promising to protect your daughter from the underworld, a new reality hit you. Your daughter will be living with a constant threat over her head. If any of the wrong people figure out about her, then the threat will be increased by tenfold or more.

She won’t be safe, not even as a baby. But she is force-sensitive, you can sense that. And one day, with enough training, she can become one of the best warriors you’ve ever seen. With the Dohbarian military training, and the Jedi training you can give her, she could become undefeatable.

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nurse-buckley · 7 months

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Whumptober Day 8

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Prompt: Overcrowded ER

Word Count: 1,475

Characters: Evan Buckley and Nurse Eddie Diaz

Pairing: Eddie Diaz & Evan Buckley

Warnings: minor mentions of needles and blood draws.

Summary: Hospital AU with nurse Eddie Diaz where Buck ends up in his ER again! Written for day eight of @whumptober for the prompt 'Overcrowded ER.'

Tags: @firemedicdiaz @winterreader-nowwriter @iamasimpingh0e @dayrin085 @hauntedmilkshakeghost @floralbuckleys @alexxavicry @cm1031sr

Authors notes: written for @firemedicdiaz who had the idea of nurse Eddie looking after a sick Buck! I have some more ideas involving a hospital AU with Doctor Diaz and Nurse Buckley, so watch this space! Unbeta'd because I am sleepy and need to sleep because I start placement tomorrow and still wanted to meet the deadline!

Eddie sighed as he entered the busy doors of the ER as he saw the waiting room filled to the brim. It has only been a few hours earlier he was there on his last shift where he’d been able to triage everyone and clear the majority of the ER. Still, it came with the job and without a busy ER, he’d be out of the job. The waiting room was always chaotic, monitors blaring, ambulances and paramedics bringing in patients on top of the already large crowds of people needing to see a doctor. Truthfully, he loved the business of it all, despite how much he complained when he saw his ER filled like this.

He quickly headed to the locker room and changed into his scrubs before he grabbed a coffee from the breakroom and got a chance to talk to a few nurses from the previous shift to get the low down on what his own shift might bring. He knew it was going to be a challenging night.

As he made his way to the nurses station, one patient in particular caught his eye. Buck, a firefighter he had gotten to know well over his career at the hospital, was waiting in one of the uncomfortable chairs of the waiting room. He looked awful, his skin was pale and had a slight sheen to it. He also looked as if he were shivering, despite the big hoodie he had wrapped himself in.

Eddie set his coffee cup down and turned to one of the triage nurses who’d just set another large pile of patient files beside him. “Hey, do you know who checked in that patient over there?”

She turned to Eddie, the stress clear on her face as she gave him a stare. “I don’t know. I’ve just come on shift, there’s files everywhere. All I know is, if he has been triaged, it should be in that pile there.”

Eddie sighed, giving her a slight glare as she turned and walked away from him. He got up from his seat and began to look through the files that were piled high on the side. He couldn’t find Buck’s chart anywhere. He was just about to lose hope when something caught his eye. A file had fallen behind the desk, obviously lost and forgotten amongst the chaos. He knelt down and picked it up, finally finding the chart he’d been searching for.

He sat down with the file, hoping to get a quick look at Buck’s intake vitals and see what had brought the man in. It would still probably be a few hours before he’d be seen but he didn’t want to miss anything.

Eddie’s heart sank when he saw the time on the chart stating when Buck had actually had any vitals taken last. He’d been waiting there for hours, his vitals weren’t great to begin with and Eddie didn’t need to take them again to see Buck had deteriorated. He knew how easy it was for patients to get lost amidst the chaos of the ER and during shift changes.

Eddie didn’t waste another minute as he got up to his feet and walked over to Buck’s side, observation cart in hand. “Hey, Buck. I’m Eddie, I’ve treated you a few times when you’ve been brought in here. How’re you feeling?”

Buck managed a small smile, but Eddie could tell he was suffering. “Hey, yeah I remember you. I’m alright,” he lied. “I know how busy you’ve been tonight and I’m probably overreacting anyway.”

Eddie tutted, “let me be the judge of that. I’m just going to have a recheck of your vitals.” Eddie began by swiping a thermometer across Buck’s forehead and his concern only grew when he read the read out.

“Let’s get you out of this jumper, you’re running a fever and I need to get to your arm for your blood pressure anyway,” Eddie explained.

Eddie tried to hide his worry as he attached the oxygen probe to Buck’s finger and wrapped the blood pressure cuff around his bicep. He pressed his fingers into Buck’s wrist to get a count of his pulse and could feel the heat radiating off his skin. Buck’s temperature had spiked higher, his pulse was elevated and his blood pressure had dropped significantly since his initial intake. It was clear he was getting worse and Eddie couldn’t wait a minute longer.

He helped Buck to his feet, knowing time was of the essence with his rapid deterioration. Eddie needed to know what was going on and quickly, knowing it could be critical. As he helped Buck to his feet, he felt the man slump against him as his feet gave out.

“I need a gurney over here, now!” Eddie yelled as he gently lowered Buck to the floor.

“Stay with me Buck, you’re going to be alright,” he reassured as nurses and doctors flooded around him and helped Eddie get him on a bed and wheeled into the treatment area. They easily transferred him onto a bed and got to work on stabilizing him. Eddie cleared away one nurse who had begun to cut away Buck’s hoodie, taking over as another began to place electrodes on his chest and attach him to a monitor.

Buck’s panic increased as he heard a doctor call for someone to insert a cannula and draw blood. Eddie could see the fear in his eyes and offered to take over. “It’s just me alright, I’ve got you. I’ll be as gentle as I can.”

Eddie knew from previous visits about Buck’s medical trauma, he’d been there at the truck bombing that’d broken his leg and treated him a few times since. With a gentle touch he easily inserted the needle into Buck’s arm and drew blood for analysis.

“This is going to get you feeling a little better and we’re going to get you something to reduce the fever,” Eddie explained, knowing it helped Buck to explain what they were doing. He watched as Eddie squeezed the bag, causing him to shiver slightly as he began to feel the cool liquid flow into his arm.

The room was a whirlwind of activity as needles continued to poke and prod him and doctors came and went performing various exams and asking him confusing questions. He just wanted to be left alone, but Eddie was a reassuring presence that he drew strength from, always there by his side and calm despite the urgency of the situation.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Buck’s condition began to improve. His vitals had begun to a more stable level and another swipe of the thermometer on his forehead showed his fever had begun to come down. The room began to clear now Buck was out of immediate danger, but Eddie remained.

Buck’s eyes were just drifting closed as Eddie brought a cool damp flannel and began to wipe it across Buck’s forehead, neck and chest, providing some much needed relief. The cool compress felt soothing against his overheated skin. As Eddie continued to care for his patient, he couldn’t help but feel a nagging sense of concern. He rung out the flannel once more, continuing to wash away the sweat from Buck’s skin and cool him off a little more but finally couldn’t hold his tongue any longer.

“Buck…why didn’t you say anything sooner”? He asked softly, his tone a mixture of concern and curiosity instead of accusation.

Buck cracked his eyes open a little, he expected to see anger in Eddie’s eyes but he was just met with a soft expression.

With no answer, Eddie continued, “you were in the ER for hours and were getting worse, but you still didn’t say anything to any of the nurses?”

Buck still felt weak, but he looked a lot better than he had a few hours ago. “I didn’t want to make a fuss. Everyone was so busy and there were patients that needed you more. I thought I was overreacting and I could either wait or it would pass and I could just leave.”

Eddie nodded in understanding but also felt a pang of guilt and sadness, “you should never hesitate to get help when you’re not feeling good. You’re just as deserving of care as anyone in the ER. That’s what we’re here for, your health and wellbeing are important too.”

Buck nodded, knowing he was right, he just hoped that one day he would truly believe he was deserving of help just as much as everyone else he cared for on a daily basis.

Eddie continued to care for Buck as he got a fresh bowl of water and continued to sponge him down and cool him off. He also vowed that no matter how crowded his ER got, no one would be forgotten again.

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tigereyes45 · 4 months

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AOS mckirk + 43? ❤️

Prompt 43 was, "Why aren't you eating?" You can find the list of prompts here. I originally wrote a version of this request where it's Jim not eating, but then my mind kept saying, but what if it was McCoy. So I did that. XD There's going to be a second part to this where Jim is the one not eating. You can also read the story on AO3 here:

Summary:

It's easy to push aside eating in favor of finishing a task at hand. Everyone needs reminders sometimes.

Start:

When Jim Kirk steps into McCoy's private office space, there's a swagger that's ever-present in his moves. A self-confidence that's more act than reality. Leonard has enough kindness to keep from announcing the fact. The doctor lowers a PADD that had been claiming his ever-dissipating attention, for the last hour and a half.

"Nurse Chapel tells me you haven't been eating." The doctor drops his PADD onto his desk as if he couldn't be bothered to read it for another moment.

“She told you.” McCoy corrects before rolling his eyes. It’s official. No more late-night lab tests with Spock. The vulcan’s beginning to rub off on him. Leonard shakes his head. His fingers impatiently tap against the PADD’s screen. "Christine needs to learn how to keep information to herself." Jim’s foot began to subconsciously tap along with Bones’ fingers. McCoy huffs and crosses his arms. "It's unprofessional."

"She worries about you Bones." Kirk leans against the doctor's desk. A knowing smile on his face. "I worry about you."

That’s obvious. Despite his role as captain, Jim has never been able to hide his favoritism. He’s kept those who he first encountered on the ship closer than most others. Their history throughout the academy resulted in McCoy being allowed closer than most. Even more so than the bridge crew.

"I don't need you worrying over me." Bones insists. How many times have they had a conversation like this? With another huff, he stands up. "And leave Christine alone. She's a rather skilled nurse. I'd hate to lose her. Again." That last word came out with a little more bite than he intended.

"I'll keep that in mind."

There's so much work to do. Wounds to heal, chests waiting to be sewn up, check-ups, vaccinations, physical therapies to watch, paperwork to sign off on, newly released research to catch up on, and then review. All before they head off to start this new five-year mission. The work never ends, and damn it! He's a doctor. If anyone knows how far and long their body can go, it's him. No puffed-up captain is going to tell him otherwise.

"Bones," Jim's soft call is followed by a hand clapping around McCoy's shoulder. Leonard shrugs the handoff. Concern fills Jim's face. His usual smirk now hangs awkwardly open. No doubt the gears are turning in that quick mind. Nimble as a fox. That's what his father would’ve called Jim.

If they ever had the chance to meet.

"I just want to make sure you keep some meat on you." Jim jokes, rounding on McCoy. He folds his arms over his chest and offers a light smile. Even that small smile would be enough to brighten up most of McCoy's days. Not now though. There’s no time. He’s due for a surgery in about eight hours. Eight hours that’ll pass in a blink of an eye if he’s not careful.

"I've got work to do Jim." Leonard tries to step around.

Jim swiftly sways and weaves to keep in his way. "Come on Bones. Join me for lunch."

"I can't."

"Yes, you can.” Jim’s the one rolling his eyes now. “Take a break.” He throws a hand out, leaning in the doorway. Thoroughly blocking McCoy’s only way out. “Captain's orders." He adds with a wink.

"I said I can't." It’s not that he doesn’t want to, but there’s too much on the scales. He has to keep going just to keep them balanced. Otherwise, Jim will be short on crew, and missing talented people. Individuals that may keep him alive. Out there in the vast emptiness, they’ll only have each other to count on. Starfleet won’t be able to help if they get into trouble. They can’t have come so far for McCoy to make a mistake. Not now. Not again.

McCoy furrows his brows and fights back the memories threatening to take his attention. Deep down Leonard knows why he’s doing this. Why it has become so easy to push his own needs aside and focus on all the lives on board.

Part of it is his training. Doctors of all kinds learn early on in school how to push down the biological signs of hunger and stress. When you have lab results due in the morning, but the tests haven’t run their full course yet, and midterms are around the corner, while professor after professor is encouraging you to start thinking about your thesis work now before you even manage to get out of undergrad, well stress becomes seconded nature. Exhaustion, hunger pangs, and increased anxiety that verges on panic attacks, all get swept under the rug, and suppressed until a body can’t go on anymore. By the time they get to medical school most students have bodies that are simultaneously, in a horrendous state, yet conditioned to work through it. They keep to themselves. Reminding himself with post-its, handwritten notes scrawled in the empty spaces of his books, and phone alerts to drink water, eat food, and take five minutes to close his eyes before pushing on. Always aware of the fact of the hypocrisy between the instructions he gives to patients on how to care for themselves as he works himself to the bone.

Leonard’s trained not to share his own problems. To ignore his own needs, but even that can only go so far. Deep down there’s more to it. A fear deeper than the grief that washes over him as he loses a patient. Something that motivates him more than any fear he experienced when in school or out in space.

He can’t lose Jim again.

"And I said you can." Jim opens up his arms, talking with his hands. "You're not much help to anyone if you're all skin and bones."

The timing had been more. Leonard knows that’s not what James was saying. He wasn’t invalidating the fear, but rationality wasn’t home today. "Damn it Jim, I said no!" McCoy’s hand goes flying past Jim, towards the door’s control. Fingers catch on the bottom of Jim’s long sleeve as his palm smacks the buttons.

It’s painful how ingrained that loss had become in his life. Terrifying how the mere thought of it sends his mind spiraling as if lost to a deep, powerful vortex that sucks everything else away.

"Hey!" Jim pushes a hand against Leonard's chest. "Watch the hand, McCoy."

McCoy pulls his hand back. His fingers were shaking. With a deep sigh Leonard folds them in. Doing his best to calm his racing nerves the doctor closes his eyes. Doing his best stern, yet calm voice Leonard says, "Just get out of here Jim. I've got lives to save, and people who need fixing." People you need.

Leonard opens his eyes slowly. The look on Jim’s face was one of determination. Better than heartbroken. McCoy can only imagine his own expression. He needs to get back to work.

“Nurse Chapel.” Christine appears right behind him, as if waiting for Jim’s call. “When is Doctor McCoy’s next scheduled appointment?”

“In eight hours sir. It’s Lieutenant Alfonse’s surgery.” An engineer skilled enough, that Scotty himself has been asking after his health since they first discovered the kidney issue.

“Does he have any pressing matters in the meantime?”

Christine doesn’t even bother pretending to look at the datapadd in her hands. “No sir?” Her eyes stare McCoy down.

“He’s officially off shift. Call me directly if there’s an emergency.” Leonard fights back the urge to swear. Jim really isn’t going to let this drop.

“You sir?” Chapel asks, trying to get a look at the captain’s face. The man keeps his back to her, and his eyes trained on McCoy.

Jim crosses his arms. “He’ll be eating with me in my room.” A new smirk adorns his face. “Won’t you Bones?”

Sensing no room for argument McCoy agrees through gritted teeth, “I guess I will, sir.” He added that last word to make it clear that while he’s bending he’ll remember this. If Jim’s bothered by that idea, he doesn’t act like it.

Jim steps aside, finally letting Leonard pass by. Chapel steps back out of the way, heading over to the bio beds, with a polite nod of her head. Leonard steals a glance at her datapadd. It wasn’t even turned on. They planned this! Jim comes bounding after. He lightly pats Leonard’s arm, as he falls into step beside the doctor. “No be angry Bones. You’re gonna like this.”

“I like working.”

Jim playfully smacks McCoy’s chest. “No you don’t. You like fried potatoes, dumplings, and steak bites.”

That stops Leonard dead in his tracks. “What?” He turns to face Jim whose got the biggest shit-eating grin. Sickbay’s front door slides shut behind them.

Jim grabs both of McCoy’s arms, and fix the end of his short sleeves. “Like I said,” Jim leans closer practically bubbling with energy. “You’ll like it. I even used basil.”

This time Leonard couldn’t keep his face from forming a wide, disblieving smile. “You what?” Did that mean Jim actually cooked? Yeah they were still on Earth but it must’ve been out of his way to go and grab actual food from a market. McCoy’s stomach growls, voicing it’s lack of care over where the food came from, or how it was prepared. Either way he has to try it now. As if it wasn’t already being required by Jim.

A home cook meal. Literally. It shouldn’t be such an odd thought considering that the Enterprise was going to be his only home for the next five years. Leonard had expected to only eat synthesized food for it all. An actual cooked meal, made with fresh ingredients, his mouth starts to water.

The captain was already a few steps down the hall, as McCoy’s feet finally lift and start to follow. With each step bringing him a little bit closer to the promise of food, his body grows lighter. There’s still a lot of work to do. Guilt threatens to rear it’s ugly head back up, but Jim’s smile banishes the thoughts to the deepest recesses of Bones’ mind.

Sometimes it’s easy to forget to actually enjoy his time with the people he wants to save.

Another lesson trained into the practice, unfortunately.

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We're Having a Baby... 1/2

Book: Open Heart (Post Series)

Pairing: Tobias Carrick x F!MC (Casey)

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Pregnancy/Childbirth

Category: Fluff

Summary: As Tobias heads to work and Casey heads to a routine doctor's visit, they are unaware of the chaos about to be underway. Part 1 or 2 of little Samantha Carrick entering the world.

Words: 1.8k

A/N: According to my HC, Samantha is born on 4/20/2023, and Tobias & Casey's lives are forever changed (for the better, of course!) It's still 4/20 in some parts of the world, so I say I got this up on time. lol @aprilchallenge | Family

Part 2: Here She Is

Casey was waiting for Tobias by their front door, her arms crossed defiantly… and uncomfortably… in front of her chest. After all, her eight-month pregnant belly didn’t give those arms a lot of places to go.

“Tobias, stop pouting! I’m going to be fine.”

Her husband came rushing into the foyer, slipping into his lab coat as he approached the door. “You’re going to be fine, but I’m not so sure your boss will be.”

She slipped into the passenger seat with a giggle.

“I love how Ethan goes from being your bestie to my boss when you’re mad at him.”

“He’s still my bestie,” Tobias sighed. “But he’s also an ass. He knows you had a doctor’s appointment this morning.”

“Oh, and you think he called this Board meeting? Please, he’d rather have the clap.”

Tobias’s eyes crinkled as he shook his head with a laugh. “You know you have a way with words, baby girl.”

“It's one o the many reasons you love me. Another is because I can be a voice of reason. The Board has taken notice of your research because you’re knocking it out of the park! They’ve asked to review it with you right before they finalize the annual budget, I’m sorry, Dr. Carrick, but you need to be there.”

“I need to be with you.”

“It’s a standard visit.”

“A standard visit for my thirty-seven-week pregnant wife who is on bed rest.”

“Baby,” she reached for his chin and turned his face toward her. “Nothing is going to go wrong. But let’s just say something does. My doctor is in the hospital and gasp! Where will you be? The hospital!”

“You know, pregnancy has only made you more of a wise ass,” he snickered.

Casey pulled him over the center console, and her lips met his in a tender kiss.

“You love my wise ass.”

“I love everything about your ass,” he practically growled.

“Now that’s the man I married,” she laughed. “Go kick ass at that meeting! Make me and baby Carrick proud! Then, we’ll grab some French toast and guacamole to celebrate when it's over.”

“I can’t wait for you to eat like a human being again.”

“Hey! Don’t knock it until you try it!”

“Some things I don’t need to try to know I won’t like.”

“Oh yeah,” she smiled. “From what I understand, you used to say that about married life… and look at you know.”

“Yep,” he grinned, “I’m a changed man… who will never eat French toast and guacamole simultaneously.”

~~~~~

An hour later, Casey was lying on an examination table wearing the finest of Edenbrook’s hospital gowns, and Tobias was impressing the Board four floors below. She greeted Dr. Garcia with a welcoming grin as she entered the exam room.

“You’re only smiling like that because you know our frequent visiting situation is coming to an end,” her doctor teased.

“Mmmm. That may have a little to do with it.”

“How are you feeling today, Casey?”

“Pregnant. I’m feeling pregnant.”

“Well, you’re going to feel that way a little bit longer. Now, let’s look at what’s happening here.”

Casey cautiously shimmied her hips to the end of the table, tossing her legs over the stirrups. She laughed to herself, thinking of how awkward she must have looked. Dr. Garcia was always very talkative during exams, so Casey was a little worried about the silence that filled the room.

“Have you been experiencing any cramping or discomfort?”

“Nothing out of the normal, maybe a bit of pressure. Is everything OK?”

“Everything is fine… but we need to get you to labor & delivery… you’re almost dilated 5 centimeters.”

“I’m WHAT?” Casey yelled. “That’s… that’s impossible! I haven’t had any contractions, and my water hasn’t broken… how can that be?”

“It’s not common, but sometimes it happens this way.”

“But it’s too early! I’m three weeks from my due date! I’m not ready, Dr. Garcia!”

“You may not be, but your little one is. Based on your due date and the baby’s weight, I see no issues with you delivering. Casey… it’s time.”

~~~~~

“Have you reached my husband?” she asked nervously, marveling at how different the hospital halls look when you’re being rushed through them in a wheelchair.

“We’ve paged him,” her nurse responded. “I’m sure he’ll be here in no time.”

“He’s presenting before the Board… he may not hear the page? Can someone call….”

“Casey!” a voice screamed out.

“Si?” Casey sighed, relieved to see her friend’s face. “Si, I need Tobias. Do you know where…”

“Already texted him,” Sienna answered. “I’m sure he’ll be here soon.”

“So, I’m five centimeters!” Casey nervously explained. “I need… I need to get an epidural… fast! Are they arranging for it?”

“Are you sure you want to?” The nurse inquired. “If you’re not experiencing any….”

“Yes, I want to!” Casey hollered. “If we wait much longer, I won’t be able to!” she began breathing rapidly, her eyes clenched tight.

“Casey, are contractions starting?” Sienna asked.

“No, it’s my….” She turned to the nurse. “It’s… I have an anxiety disorder, and I….I’m sorry, but my husband’s not here, and I’m scared as hell right now. If I don’t have an epidural, I will not make it through this.”

“Well,” the nurse replied, helping Casey into her bed. “I’ll go get you an epidural and find your husband.”

“You’re an angel!” Casey replied. “Say, what’s your name. We haven’t picked a name yet, and maybe….”

The nurse shot Casey an incredulous look. “My name is Prudence, and I still haven’t forgiven my mother, so don’t you dare name your child after me.”

“Then the search for a name continues,” Casey laughed.

“All the more reason for me to find your husband!”

~~~~

A short time later, the painless labor came to an end, and Casey missed it terribly. As she was groaning in pain, Sienna was quickly losing patience.

“Where is the anesthesiologist!” She shouted. “I want them in here now! If she misses her window of opportunity, you don’t want to deal with me, and trust me, you really won’t want to deal with her husband!”

Sienna checked her phone as the nurse scurried out of the room, but still no word from Tobias. A guttural scream permeated the air as a strong contraction hit Casey. Sienna clutched her hand and did her best not to scream, even though she wasn’t confident that Casey hadn’t broken her finger. Then the door flung open.

"Oh, thank God… oh fuck, it’s you!" Sienna grimaced.

Jackie rushed to Casey’s other side, giving Sienna a dirty look on her way. "Case! How are you doing, hon?”

“I’m… having a baby,” Casey sighed.

“That you are… and nice to see you, too, Sienna!”

"I’m sorry! I was just hoping you were the anesthesiologist or Tobias. Where the fuck are they?"

“I saw the anesthesiologist in the hall,” Jackie reported. “They should be in here any minutte, but has anyone reached Tobias?”

“He’s been paged. I’ve texted him, but….”

“AAAAAAGGGHHHHHHHH!” Casey screamed as Jackie looked on in horror.

“I have never been happier that I don’t want kids.”

“Be glad she’s not holding your hand,” Sienna groaned.

“Hey,” Jackie shrugged. “You like being godmother, right? You have to pay the price! Should I go look for T?”

“Please,” Casey pled.

“You got it,” Jackie smiled. “Anything for you, as long as it’s not holding your hand!”

~~~~~

Jackie found Tobias and Ethan standing at the receptionist's desk outside the boardroom. They were surrounded by a dozen people wearing suits with price tags that would astound most.

“I was skeptical,” one board member stated as he patted Tobias on the back. “But after today, I think this will put Edenbrook on the map.”

“With all due respect, I think we’re already on the map,” Tobias chuckled.

“Yes, but this will help them see us from outer space!”

“Tobias!!!” Jackie yelled, interrupting his conversation. “We’ve been trying to reach you! Casey! You have to get downstairs. She’s in labor!”

“She’s what?!” He exclaimed as he glared at the receptionist.

“I was told not to interrupt,” she shrugged.

“Unless there was an emergency!” Ethan spat.

“I… I gotta go….” Tobias sputtered as he took off, leaving his scowling best friend behind.

Alone in the elevator, he frantically pressed the buttons as if it would make it move faster.

“Come on! Come on!” he pled.

The door opened a floor before his, and two hapless interns were about to enter before he barked at them to stay out. He flew out of the doors before they fully opened, frantically rounding the corner as he tried to recall Lamaze breathing to prevent himself from hyperventilating.

He came to an abrupt halt as he reached the nurses’ station. Pointing at a nurse he had worked with many times before, he attempted to catch his breath.

“My… my wife…” he gasped. “Baby… she’s in labor… where…. What room is she in.”

"Dr. Carrick, I believe she's in L&D 3, but I can…."

He didn't wait to hear more. He took off and burst through the door without knocking, apologizing for not being there sooner before he even walked in.

"Baby, I'm so sorry! They didn’t get me, and… Jennifer?"

"Tobias? " a very pregnant brunette gasped. "Please tell me you’re not my doctor!”

“Dr. Carrick!” The nurse yelled as she ran in after him. “I was trying to get you… I assumed Ms. Adams was your wife.”

“My wife?”

“His wife?” Jennifer laughed. “Tobias Carrick… with a wife?”

“I’m sorry, I remember seeing you two together at Donahues, and….”

“Five years ago!” Tobias hollered, “Are you even on staff here? Did you see the name of another Dr. Carrick in L&D?”

“Shit, you really are married!” Jennifer marveled.

“Just tell me where my wife is… I’m not responsible for… that,” he pointed in Jennifer’s direction.

“Good thing, or your wife and my husband would be kicking your ass.”

“She’s in room 7.”

“Get out of here!” Jennifer winked. “Go take care of what you caused!”

“I am… and uh, good luck!” Tobias hollered as he ran out of the room.

“Hey, maybe our kids will date one day,” Jennifer laughed. “Tobias Carrick… married and with a kid on the way?”

“Looks that way,” the nurse shrugged.

“It must be a very cold day in hell.”

~~~~

Tobias felt relief sweeping over him as he approached room 7, but that relief diminished when he heard screams he knew belonged to his wife.

“Casey,” he blurted upon entering the room. “Baby! I’m so sorry!”

“It’s OK,” she winced as a contraction began to subside, letting out a genuine sigh of relief as she opened her eyes and saw him there. “How’d the presentation go?” she asked weakly.

“Honey, I don’t give a shit. How are you?”

“I’m… I’m scared… but better now that you’re here.”

“I’m here… and I’m going nowhere, baby. I promise. I’m by your side until this is done.”

“Will you be by my side after, too,” she half smiled.

“You know it. You’re stuck with me. Casey,” he said with wonder. “We’re having a baby!”

“We sure are,” Casey grinned. “Let the show begin.”

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