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thebookreader12345 · 2 years

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Gender Reveal

Pairing: Will Halstead x reader

Summary: Will and Y/n are more than ready to be parents, and at Y/n's next doctors appointment, she gets to find out the gender of their baby

Requested: Yes, by anonymous

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy

Word Count: 1,333 Words

"Mmm. Stop moving," I mutter sleepily.

"I'm not," Will announced from the other side of the bed.

"I wasn't talking to you," I say and turn around to face him. "The baby is kicking like every five minutes, and I can't get any sleep. Could you talk to them? Please. They love hearing your voice."

Will smiled. "I would love too." Will scooted closer to me and placed his hand on the top of my stomach, bringing his mouth closer to my 6 month pregnant belly. "Hey, peanut. Your mom and I are so excited to meet you in a few months. I've got all the nursery stuff ready to set up, and right now all I've gotta do is paint before I put everything else in there. So tomorrow is a big day. As for now, you're keeping your mother from getting sleep, and she gets grumpy when she gets no rest, so if you could get some sleep too, that'd be nice."

"Will!" I yelp and slap him softly on the back of the head.

"What? It's true," Will defended and placed a kiss on my belly. "Goodnight, peanut."

"Thank you," I murmur.

"No problem," Will returned and leaned up to kiss my forehead. "Goodnight."

The next morning, we went out our day as usual. The two of us got up, got dressed, ate some breakfast, and then headed into work. Both of us worked as ED docs at Chicago Med. It's actually how we met. I entered the ED and dropped my stuff off in the doctors' lounge before making my way to the nurses' station. My favorite charge nurse and best friend was typing away on her pager, but she looked up when she noticed me.

"Hey mama," Maggie greeted. "Where's Big Red?"

"Oh, you know him. He saw the coffee cart outside and just had to stop," I tell her.

"If he's making you give up coffee, he should be abstaining from it too," Maggie pointed out.

"Sure, but I'm not gonna take coffee away from that man. He needs it more than I ever have," I explain. "And you know how he gets without his caffeine. I'm the same way when I don't get enough sleep."

"Fair point. So, big day today," Maggie reminded me. "You excited?"

"Not as excited as you and Will and literally everyone else," I respond.

"How are you not excited? I can hardly contain myself," Maggie claimed.

"Because I'm fine with waiting, Mags. Honestly, boy or girl, it doesn't matter to me," I confess.

Maggie scoffed. "Oh come on, Y/n. You're rooting for it to be a girl. I know you."

"Well, yeah, but Will's side of the family has a lot of boys. So chances are that's what it'll be," I put forth.

"Have hope, Y/n. If you and Will both want it to be a girl then-"

I cut Maggie off. "Wait. Will wants it to be a girl?"

"You didn't know? That's all he ever talks about," Maggie mentioned. "He wants to have tea parties and learn how to braid her hair and tell bedtime stories about princesses."

"I just thought...." I trailed off. "Never mind. So, you got any cases for me?"

"I do," Maggie replied and handed me a tablet. "Have fun. And don't forget to tell me the gender later!"

"How could I ever forget?" I tease and walk away.

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"There you are," Will breathed out when he saw me relaxing in the lounge. "I've been looking for you."

"We needed a break," I declare and rub my stomach.

"Backache?" Will guessed.

"All day everyday," I joke and glance at my watch. "But I guess the break is over. I've got to get to my appointment."

"That I can't come with to," Will asserted.

"Correct," I confirm. "Because you're gonna freak out, just like you do at every appointment. And if you start to cry, I'm going to cry, and I don't want to do that in front of the doctor."

"But-"

"No buts," I interrupt and stand up. "You'll live, Will. You're not gonna die because you didn't come to this one appointment."

"I might!" Will protested playfully.

"Except you won't. I'll see you in a bit!" I call out to him as I exited the lounge.

1 Hour Later.....

I had the ultrasound picture tucked away in my coat pocket, my finger skimming the edge of it as I walked back to the ED. I knew Will was probably bursting with excitement to find out if we were having a girl or a boy, so I wanted to get back to him. However, when I got back down to the ED, I couldn't seem to find him anywhere. So, I approached the nurses' station where Maggie was standing, as usual.

"Hey, Mags. Have you seen Will?" I ask. "I can't find him."

"Yeah. I sent him up to CT to keep him under control," Maggie told me. "He kept bugging me about when you'd get back, so I had to get rid of him for a bit."

"Makes sense. Well, could you page him down here please? I have some important news to tell him," I explain.

Maggie gasped. "Your appointment! How was it?"

"Good. Great," I clarify. "The baby is healthy."

"So? Boy or girl?" Maggie implored.

I laughed. "Sorry, Mags. As much as I'd like to tell you, I have to tell Will first. But you're second on my list. Promise."

"Okay. I'll page him down here and direct him to the lounge. It'll be about five minutes," Maggie informed me.

Five minutes later, Will entered the lounge, and while he was trying to keep his cool, I could tell he was excited. He had been nothing short of thrilled since I found out I was pregnant.

"How was the appointment? Everything go okay?" Will questioned.

"Yeah. Everything's great," I answer. "Our little peanut is happy and healthy. Here's the ultrasound, if you want to look at it."

"I would love to see it," Will spoke and took a hold of the paper. "God, can you believe we've only got three more months until we're actually parents?"

"I know. These last six months have flown by so fast," I disclose. "So, you notice anything missing from the ultrasound?"

Will frowned. "What? What are you talking about?"

"You don't notice anything missing? No body parts, especially near the bottom half of the baby? It's pretty obvious to me," I state.

"Y/n, what the hell are you talking about? I don't see anything miss-" Will stopped mid-sentence, a smile growing on his face. "Are you serious? Please tell me you're serious."

"I'm serious," I comply.

"I can't believe it! We're having a girl!" Will cheered and kissed me before pulling me in for a hug.

"We're having a girl," I repeat and squeeze him tightly. "So, what's this I hear about tea parties, hair braiding, and princess stories?"

Will laughed. "Maggie told you?"

"Yeah. Just this morning," I say. "It's cute. Adorable, really. You're gonna be an amazing father to her, Will."

"And you're gonna be an amazing mother," Will returned. "God, this is so exciting! I need to call Jay and tell him! He's been asking for updates all day."

"Of course he has. What am I gonna do with the two of you? Go ahead," I urge. "While you do that, I've got to tell a very impatient charge nurse. I'll be back in a minute, okay?"

Will nodded. "Okay. Ooh, tomorrow, can we go to the store and pick out some paint? Jay's got the day off and can come over to help me paint."

"Sure. Sounds like a plan," I comment and give his hand a small squeeze. "Now go ahead and call Jay. You look like you're gonna explode. I'm going to talk to Maggie for a second, and then I'll be right back. Then the two of us can start discussing the nursery."

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stevelieber · 1 year

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Tips for Non-Artists on Writing Your First Comic, part 3.

Part 1.

Part 2.

7. Pay attention to the format.

If your story is going to run in black and white, don't write plot points that require color. If the comic is going to appear in a digest-sized magazine, be aware that your artist won't have much space to draw, that the pictures may need to be simpler to read clearly, and you may need to write fewer panels per page.

If you're writing for a website that delivers stories one panel at a time as the reader scrolls down on their phone, that's a unique rhythm that will read very differently than a comic that puts multiple panels of differing sizes next to each other on the same sheet of paper.

8. Physical space is almost always at a premium.

The more words there are on a page, the less room there is for the pictures. Try to whittle down your captions and dialogue so they never take up more than a third of a typical panel. Cultivate brevity.

9. Always have a reason for the choices you make in your script.

If the answer is "because it's a comic," watch out. It's fine if that means you're paying attention to the mechanics of the medium. An example of this might be keeping your characters' speaking order consistent throughout a scene so that the artist can easily maintain left-right relationships without violating the 180 degree rule. But "because it's a comic" should never mean deploying clichés you remember from the reading you did as a kid. They were shopworn when you first saw them, and trotting them out now can leave your audience feeling condescended to.

10. First collaboration? Keep it short.

If you've got a big story in mind, it's tempting to dive right in and start telling it. This is usually a mistake. You're going to get a lot better as you work at this, and if your collaborator is new at this, so is she. 50 pages from now, you'll both be much better storytellers. After 100, better still. Why shackle your later, more skillful efforts to your early amateur fumblings? Start off with something short. Maybe an 8-pager? Your collaborator is much more likely to finish drawing a short story than a long one, and you'll both learn from the experience. You'll get a sense what it's like to work with each other, and find how well your approaches and sensibilities mesh.

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giftofwonder · 2 years

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Psychosis - Dabi/Hawks/Bakugou x f!Reader

A/N: This story contains adult themes and mature/explicit content. Minors please do not interact. This story will most likely have a lot of parts and be pretty long so if you’d like to be added to the tag list just let me know! Also feedback is welcome and always appreciated. Thanks for reading!

Part Two

You sat in Aizawa’s spacious office waiting for him to enter. In contrast to his seemingly unwelcome personality, the room had a very homey quality to it. The walls were a pale mint green and the floors a dark hardwood. There was a gray sofa that sat below the large window overlooking the courtyard.

It seemed neat and tidy, organized shelves along the wall, a few photos hung around them. There was a small folding cot tucked in the corner, as well as a small basket with plushies and stuffed animals. It was simple, but it made you feel completely at ease. You thought the space was catered towards the patients and hoped that in the future, someone would feel the same way about your own office.

Dr. Aizawa came in, followed by the director and Mirio, the counselor from the day prior. They shuffled in and each took a seat around the room, Aizawa at his desk and the other two on the couch off to the side.

“Good morning, how are you feeling?” Aizawa said, glancing at you as he pulled out a folder, opening it and grabbing a small stack of papers.

“I’m feeling pretty good, how are you?” You responded casually. Aizawa gave you a pointed look, his question had been only for pleasantries, not making conversation. He sighed, answering briskly as he set the first paper in front of you.

“I am fine. Here is your roster of patients and rotations, this is just a brief schedule for your first week. We discussed the events yesterday regarding Dabi, he has requested for you to be his primary psychiatrist. Since you are just beginning your residency, he will be your main focus for now.” Aizawa explained.

You looked over the sheet, nodding as he spoke. As you looked back up at him, he continued.

“We all agreed that because you will be working with a Level Three patient, you will also be shadowing me and helping out on this floor. All of your patients will be on this level unless directed otherwise. Any questions or comments so far?” He paused.

“No.” You said, and he nodded.

“Dabi has said he will not speak with anyone but you, so we will send you in alone. We recommend you hold his sessions in the community room for now, that way there are eyes on you. However, in the event you must be in his room, you will need this.” He held the box out to you, and you accepted it quickly.

“That is your pager. We have already set up all needed contacts in it, and you will see there is a panic button on the front. Press it four times rapidly and it will send out an SOS to all of us so that we can respond. His door is to always be kept locked, if he tries anything while you are with him, please do not hesitate to use the device.” He explained while you clipped it to the waistband of your pants.

“Next, here are your forms for reporting. Dr. Gum made me aware that he has covered our online system with you. Starting out, you will need to file your reports manually. We are currently working to get your office set up and in order. Once it is, you may hold your sessions there as well and will have access to the network. While shadowing, you will be working closely with our intern, Bakugou, to care for the patients on this level and will manage their schedules, but along with paperwork, you will be reporting directly to me. A few times per week, you will sit in on one on one sessions and group counseling that I lead.” He said.

Director Enji stood, walking up to your side and held out a small paper.

“Here is a list of things to go over with Ochako, the receptionist. She will be placing orders for everything you’ll need for your space. Please get with her in the next day or two to select everything. If not, we will still provide them for you, they will just be without your personal preference. This is just a courtesy so that you can have your office personalized to your liking.” He said, tone void of any emotion. You took the paper, glancing it over before setting it atop your stack.

“Thank you, I’ll make sure to stop by and talk to her.” You said.

“Alright, I’ll be off then. Just remember what I told you before.” Enji said, his eyes flashing darkly before he quickly exited the room.

Mirio was the next to approach, his hands full of folders.

“If you’d like to come with me, we can go set up in the community room and go over all of the patient files for this floor. I figure it’s best to know what you’re in for. Some of them can be a pain and if you get a call to respond, it’s better to have an idea of what you’re walking into.” His smile was warm and comforting, easing your nerves.

You glanced back to Aizawa who simply nodded, wishing you luck and telling you he would get with you later.

You followed Mirio out and onto the couch in the common area. He dropped the files on the small table, spreading them out before you.

“Go ahead and just read through these. I have Dabi’s here and we’ll go over his together when you’re done.” He beamed.

You nodded, picking up the first folder.

Patient: Tomura Shigaraki

Age: 22

Primary Diagnosis: Antisocial Personality Disorder and Narcissistic Personality Disorder

History: Patient began showing symptoms in early adolescence. Has a history of violence and criminal behavior. Patient is highly reactive and has a disregard for authority and wellbeing of others. Patient was a former cult leader.

Notes: Patients is not to be left with other patients under any circumstances. Patient is in permanent isolation. Patient is often kept sedated and suffers from frequent delusions.

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Patient: Himiko Toga

Age: 18

Primary Diagnosis: Residual Schizophrenia

History: Patient is prone to paranoia and delusions. Is highly reactive and dangerous. Suffers from frequent hallucinations. Patient was convicted on 13 counts of murder - 2 victims were her parents. Patient is to be monitored and medicated and requires at minimum: 2 Personal at all times.

Notes: Patient is allowed interaction with Jin (Twice) but must have restraints. Patient has a habit of biting and a fascination with blood.

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Patient: Jin Bubaigawara aka “Twice”

Age: 31

Diagnosis: Severe Dissociative Identity

Disorder

History: Symptoms developed during adolescence, but patient was unable to receive treatment. Condition worsened over time. Suffered from a head injury which was the main trigger for the decline with his disorder. Patient cannot remember incident or crimes committed (multiple counts of homicide). Patient believes he is two individuals but is unsure which is the real him.

Notes: Patient is generally very friendly. Seems highly coherent majority of the time. Can be highly reactive but currently has no restrictions.

You placed the folders back onto the table before turning to look at Mirio.

“It’s really sad, I think. I know a lot of people see them just for their crimes, but they’re all suffering, ya know?” He said with a solemn smile before handing you Dabi’s folder.

“I know. I hope that one day they’re able to improve and will do everything in my power to aid them as best as I can.” You told him, the words a promise you held deeply in your heart.

“Me too.” He said, placing his hand on your shoulder.

You opened the file and inspected the contents.

Name: “Dabi” (alias)

Age: 26

Diagnosis: N/A

Suspected: Antisocial Personality Disorder/ Borderline Personality Didorder/ Dissociative Identity Disorder (Dissociative Fugue)

History: Patient has not yet been fully diagnosed and has resisted aid from psychiatric help. History of violence and self-harm. Patient was convicted on multiple counts of Felony Arson and Possession (pot, cocaine) and 6 counts of Homicide.

Notes: Patients full name is unlisted. Patient will only respond to his alias, Dabi. Per directors orders, his legal name has temporarily been struck from the record. Patient is uncooperative.

You frowned as you finished reading his chart, saddened by the information listed before you. You were glad he was alive, but over the years of wondering what had happened to him, you had always hoped he was able to recover and find peace. It was apparent now that that was not the case.

“When I meet with him later, is there anything I should know before going in?” You asked Mirio.

“We don’t really have anything else on him beyond what’s listed on the chart. The guy hasn’t been an open book, so I’d say just start fresh with him like it was his first day. He really hasn’t said much of anything to us outside of insults, so based on his response to you yesterday, I think you have the best shot of getting anything out of him. Id start small though. I think if you push too hard or pry, he’ll probably shut you out.” Mirio explained.

A soft knock came from the wall at the entrance of the room. You both looked up to see a man holding a tray of coffee and looking almost nauseous.

“Sorry I’m late.” His voice was meek, nothing more than a soft whisper.

“Nonsense, come on in and meet our new psychiatrist!” Mirio beamed. The man cautiously stepped forward, extending a cup out to you. You took it, thanking him.

“This is my aide, Tamaki Amajiki. He usually sits in during my counseling sessions and helps with progress reports. Since my workload is expanding, he’ll be taking on some sessions on his own, so you two may be working together quite a bit going forward.” Mirio said excitedly.

“I look forward to working together, Amajiki!” You smiled at him. He clenched his teeth together before retreating to the far side of the room, arms trembling as he faced the wall. You blinked in confusion before Mirio leaned toward you.

“He’s just kind of shy. He gets over it once he gets comfortable with you.” He whispered.

“How long does that usually take?” You asked back in a hushed voice. Mirio smiled in response, giving a shrug and a laugh. You guessed you would just have to wait and see on that one then.

“Now that you’re caffeinated, how about you go and get with the intern and help him for a few. Have you met him yet?” Mirio asked.

“Bakugou, right? I haven’t met him, but Midoriya pointed him out to me during our tour.” You responded.

“Great! Yeah, go ahead and just see what he needs. I’m going to go do a few rounds on the other levels with Amajiki, and we’ll head back up before your first session with Dabi. Fair warning though, Bakugou can be…intense. We always get complaints about him being rude, but I think he probably just sounds like that. He’s a really hard worker though. I’m sure he’ll take good care of you.” Mirio smiled, giving a small wave as him and Amajiki left the room.

You gulped, grabbing your coffee and heading out to the main desk. You saw Bakugou there, glaring at the desk before him. You stood in front of the counter, seeing what was receiving his aggression, only to find medicine bottles on the table.

“The fuck do you want?” He spat, shifting red eyes up to you.

“Oh-uh-I’m sorry, am I interrupting?” You asked worriedly.

“Spit it out, what do you want?” He snapped.

“Mirio told me to come and work with you for rounds and help out with anything you need.” You said, biting your lip awkwardly.

Mirio had said people often complained about him. You could see it.

“Hurry up and get started then. Quit standing there gawking at me.” He sneered.

“What do you want me to do?” You forced a smile, hoping to be given a task that will put some distance between yourself and him.

“Tch, useless,” He mumbled, pulling out a chart and tossing it on the desk in front of you, “read through that, take out the doses, put the meds in the vials with the right names. Then come get me.” He said before walking back into the supply area.

You walked around the desk, taking a seat in the chair as you quickly filled the small glasses with the patients medications. As you were counting out the last of them, the chair was pulled out from under you and you hit the tile below, the pills scattering across the floor.

Bakugou’s face contorted with rage as he looked down at you.

“First of all, stay out of my seat. You want a chair, go get your own. Second, pick up the meds. It’s a hazard to leave them lying around, and now we have to get a new prescription filled because your dumbass dropped them all over the floor.” He growled.

You quickly pushed yourself up to stand, dusting yourself off as you glared him down in return.

“It’s a company provided chair, not yours. Don’t be petty. And I didn’t drop them, you knocked me down, so stop being childish. You grab the pills off the floor and I’ll go get the script refilled.” You said, arms crossed. You were almost positive he blew a blood vessel.

“How about you pick up the pills and I’ll refill it, you shitty klutz?” He yelled, grabbing the bottle from your hands and shoving you out of the way.

“You’re the boss.” You said sarcastically, rolling your eyes as you kneeled to pick up the fallen medications.

“Damn right.” He called over his shoulder as he walked off, heading toward the pharmacy.

You took a deep breath, almost regretting to agree on working on Level Three. However, you were almost sure the patients wouldn’t be half as bad as the intern.

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When Bakugou returned, he threw the bottle at you before marching off somewhere around the corner. You bit your tongue, fighting off your impulse to make a comment that would surely send him into another fit of rage.

When the tray was ready, you propped it onto the metal rolling cart and reclined against the desk to drink your coffee.

Bakugou didn’t immediately come back, and after a few moments of waiting, you figured you should go after him to let him know you were ready. As soon as you rounded the corner, his hard body collided with yours. Your coffee was smashed in the process, splattering all over his black scrubs and your coat and outfit. You quickly reached for one of the towels on the bottom of the cart, holding it in his direction.

“Im sorry-“

“Watch where you’re going! You blind or just an idiot?” He shouted. You flinched at the harshness of his voice.

“I really am sorry, I just wanted to let you know I was done. I didn’t mean-“

“Whatever, it’s fine. Just..ugh, hold on.” He interrupted, shoving the towel into your hands and walking back into the supply room.

Not a second later, a shirt pelted you in the face.

“Change into that. You look like a mess. Very unprofessional.” He sneered.

“Gee, thanks.” You huffed, stepping into the supply room quickly to change. You found a pack of baby wipes in there and used one to remove the excess coffee that had soaked through your shirt and onto your skin. Then you wiped off your coat and pants as best as you could before pulling on the new shirt and leaving the room to face the hostile intern once more.

“Come on, we’ve gotta get this to the patients. We’re running late now.” He stated, giving you a look that let you know he was most certainly blaming you. You held your tongue once again, choosing instead to follow as he led you to the first room.

“Don’t say anything. Just watch.” Bakugou said, unlocking the door with the name plate “Shigaraki”.

Inside of the room was bleak. Everything was safety-proofed and white. You saw Shigaraki sitting in a chair facing the door. His pale blue hair was shaggy and knotted, his skin was chapped and cracked, so dry that it bled in some areas. His eyes were void as you two entered, but they were locked onto your face.

“Come on, Skin Flakes. You know what time it is.” Bakugou sneered, thrusting out the pills along with a glass of water.

Shigaraki sat unmoving, eyes focused on you with his lifeless expression. You wondered for a moment if he truly wasn’t a corpse, the way he seemed so vacant and empty. When your eyes drifted back up to meet his, his face broke out into a large and unsettling smile. He breathed deeply as his tongue slipped out, licking along his cracked bottom lip. You had to fight the urge to step back.

“Oi! Quit being fucking creepy and take your meds. I’ve got shit to do.” Bakugou barked, knocking the cup of water against the patients head.

Shigaraki’s eyes flashed to him dangerously, before slowly shifting back to you as he accepted the bottle and glass. He took the pills, chasing them with the water, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Come on, let’s go before Crusty gets riled up. I don’t want to have to sedate him again.” Bakugou said while shoving you out of the room.

“Nice to meet you!” You called over your shoulder, and then as soon as you both were out, the door was quickly locked behind you.

“Don’t go talking all nice to him. He’s garbage, I don’t know how he didn’t get the death penalty.” He snarled, kicking the door while he shoved his hands in his pockets.

“It’s my job to be nice, it wouldn’t do me any good to be an asshole. You should try being a little nicer to him, too.” You scolded.

“Do you even know why he’s in here? Do you have any idea what he did?” Bakugou asked, getting in your face.

“He was a cult leader.” You blurted, recalling what you had read in his file.

“Uh-huh, and?” He asked.

“And?” You questioned.

“You’re a real piece of work.” He shook his head.

“AND he got his followers to go out committing rape and murder. AND he got them to do a mass suicide when he was about to get caught. AND they found the remains of someone he had skinned alive. The guys a freak, and you want me to be nice?” He asked incredulously.

“He’s still a patient. This is a criminal asylum and the unit with the most severe cases. Regardless of what he did, I’m supposed to help him.” You frowned.

“Look, I’m saying this for your own good. You aren’t helping that guy. There is no hope for him, ya get it? He’s not human anymore. And I can promise you, it’s going to be much better having someone like him hate you than having them like you. The last girl they brought in here was real nice, ya know, until he grabbed her hair so hard it ripped part of her scalp open. So, maybe listen to the guy who has to deal with the fucking psychos all day long. Just a suggestion.” He shrugged, walking forward to the next room.

You thought back to Shigaraki’s face and felt a chill go down your spine. You didn’t think you could be cold to him like Bakugou, but you did agree, you didn’t want him having any fixation on you.

Next up was Himiko Toga. She was sprawled across her bed, papers strewn about from her coloring.

As soon as her yellow eyes landed on you, she was out of bed before you. Your first thought was that she looked young, much too young to be locked up.

“Hi, I’m Toga! Himiko Toga!” She giggled, pressing her hands flat against her cheeks.

“Hey, it’s nice to meet you. I like your pictures, they’re very good.” You said sincerely, throwing her a soft smile. A blush crossed her features as she pressed herself against you.

“You really think so? You can have one, any one you want!” She beamed.

“No.” Bakugou stated firmly, grabbing Toga by the arm and shoving her back onto the bed. He held out the pills and water while glaring silently.

“Always so mean! She said she likes-“

“No. Shut up and take this.” He interjected, cutting off her whining. She pouted, taking what he handed her with ease, before crossing her arms and shooting him an angry look. He rolled his eyes, grabbing your wrist and pulling you out behind him. You heard her rushed “Bye bye!” As the door slammed closed.

“Do you not know how to keep your fucking mouth shut? What was the first thing I said, huh? Don’t say anything, just watch. That instruction too hard for ya?” He mocked, his frustration evident.

“Well, I’m going to have to talk to them. I’ll be working with some of them one-on-one.” You reasoned.

“Whatever. Just do whatever you want then.” He growled, pushing open the next door before you could see the name on it.

The room was barren, it didn’t even look occupied at first. Bakugou shot around, his eyes narrowing behind you. You turned slowly to see Dabi leaning on the wall, eyes raking over you.

“Hey.” He greeted.

“Hey, how are you?” You asked.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” Bakugou sighed as soon as you spoke. Dabi glanced at the man behind you before his eyes wandered back, catching your small grin at Bakugou’s outburst.

“I’m here. How long until our session?” He asked. You glanced at your watch to check, knowing it was on your schedule for the end of the day.

“Just a couple of hours. Do you need me now?” You asked. You saw the mans lip twitch before he shook his head.

“No, I can wait.” He assured you.

“Here.” Bakugou shoved the bottle toward Dabi, who was quick to smack his hand away, the pills bouncing across the floor.

“You people are really trying to piss me off today.” Bakugou grunted, trying to keep his composure.

“Like you need any help with that.” Dabi retorted, his eyes glinting darkly as he spoke.

“Pick em up and let’s go.” Bakugou said, giving your shoulder a push and nodding toward the capsules on the floor. You took a step to go get them, but Dabi gently placed his hand on your arm, stopping you, before going forward and collecting them. He grabbed your hand from your side, holding it up and unraveling your fingers to place the pills in your palm. His thumbs stroked against you as he curled your first around them, a sly smile painting his face.

You could feel the heat in your cheeks as you thanked him, unable to ignore how warm his skin was.

“Gross. Come on, leave Casanova behind, we gotta go before you start swooning. Don’t worry, I’ll bring your dose back around later.” Bakugou told Dabi before he hauled you from the room.

“The fuck was all of that?” He interrogated once you were back in the hall.

“What was all of what?” You sighed, feeling drained.

Bakugou lifted your hand, toying with it in an exaggerated way, mimicking Dabi’s touch.

You quickly pulled your hand back.

“He picked them up and handed them to me, I feel like you’re making this bigger than it was.” You said, tone exasperated.

“Am I? That guy has been here for months, usually mute unless he has something shitty to say. You walk in and all of a sudden he’s doing you favors. And you’re just letting him get all handsy with you, on top of it.” He said, watching you with suspicion.

“Honestly, I don’t think it was anything that big. He knows me, I treated him before, so I think he’s just more comfortable around me.”

You explained, and Bakugou thought over your words before sighing.

“Yep. I’m sure that’s it.” He scoffed, shrugging as he walked off quickly back to the main desk. You followed silently, hoping he would calm down for a few. You felt like you needed a breather before you continued your rounds.

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You sat at the front desk in a chair pulled from the common room, hoping to avoid a repeat of the incident from earlier. You filed off paperwork, tidying up, as Bakugou made a supply run downstairs.

Right when you finished, the elevator dinged and he walked over pushing the stocked cart into the room behind you. A second later he walked out, a fitted jacket on, and stopped beside you.

“Come on. Food time.” He said, kicking the leg of your chair.

“Should we both go? What if something happens?” You asked.

“It’s fine. Beady eyes and scaredy cat are back up here to cover.” He said indifferently, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“Who?” You asked, standing up and putting on your coat that you had draped on the chair behind you. Bakugou furrowed his brow in thought.

“The ones who sent you here.” He said, starting to walk toward the elevator.

“Oh! Those are your nicknames for them.” You said in realization, more to yourself than him.

“I guess. I just don’t know their names.” He shrugged.

“Do you remember anyone’s name here?” You asked genuinely curious. He gave you a blank look as you caught up to him. As you walked, he matched your pace, keeping his steps in line with yours.

“No.” He said. You laughed in response.

“Well, maybe I’ll be your first then!” You grinned, lightly elbowing him. He rolled his eyes before letting out a breathy laugh.

“Maybe.”

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“Isn’t the cafeteria this way?” You asked, pointing down the hall.

“Yeah, but we’re not going there.” He said, glancing at you over his shoulder as he paused, waiting for you to follow. You quickly caught up to him, letting him lead you outside of the building. He headed into the parking lot and over to what you assumed was his car.

You both climbed in, and he quickly pulled out of the space, heading onto the main road.

“So, where are we going.” You asked.

“To get food. Figured I’d drive since it’d be cutting it too close if we walked. Traffic isn’t so bad over here since we’re more out of the city.” He said distractedly while fiddling with the radio.

“Oh, yeah that makes sense. Do you usually go to lunch alone?” You asked. He shrugged in response, not offering anything more. You enjoyed the silence as he drove, the music only a dull hum in the background with its volume so low.

He pulled in at the coffee shop, cutting the engine and getting out of the car before you could speak. You rushed out, following behind him as he entered the cafe.

“Get whatever you want. It’s on me today.” He said dismissively, staring up at the menu. You looked at him in disbelief, but stepped forward to order without argument. If this meant the two of you would start to get along, you weren’t going to do anything to risk ruining that.

Bakugou followed behind, placing his order for a coffee and a water, before heading to the other end of the counter to wait.

“You’re not getting any food?” You asked.

“Nah, not hungry.” He said, glancing at you before looking around.

Your name was called and they set your sandwich on a tray, along with Bakugou’s drinks. You said a quick thank you before grabbing the tray and heading towards one of the tables bordering the room.

You slid into the seat, happily picking up your sandwich. Bakugou sat down across from you, opening his water and downing half of it.

“Here.” He said, sliding the coffee across the table to you.

“Oh, that’s okay. I don’t want to take your drink.” You said.

“Tch, I got it for you, dumbass.” He rolled his eyes. You blinked at him before slowly accepting the drink. You looked at the label and saw it was the same as the one that had been spilled earlier. You glanced back up at his stoic face and smiled warmly.

“You are kind of nice, huh?”

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?” He growled, leaning forward. You laughed, taking a sip of the coffee.

“It’s okay, your secret is safe with me.” You winked. You saw the pink dusting across his cheeks as he sat back, relaxing in his seat, opting to ignore your comment.

You talked, unsure if he was listening, for the remainder of your lunch, before heading back to work. When you got back, Mirio was waiting for you at the counter with a big smile on his face.

“Hey! Looks like you tamed the beast already, huh?” He laughed.

“This fucking guy…” Bakugou hissed quietly, and you pinched his arm before grinning back.

“Looks like it!”

You could feel Bakugou’s rage, positive he was glowering at you from behind, but you ignored him.

“So, what’s the plan?” You asked. Mirio took a look at his watch and hummed as he thought.

“Well, you’ve got about 15 minutes before you have your first session with Dabi. You have anything you want to go over first or do you feel pretty good about it?” He asked.

“I think I’ll be okay. I saw him when we did rounds earlier and it didn’t seem like he’d have an issue. He actually seemed pretty eager to talk.” You noted.

“That’s good! Baby steps, ya know. Well, I’m going to go talk with Aizawa. Just grab me when you’re done!” He smiled, giving a wave as he walked off.

“So you’re going to go hang out with Romeo again, huh?” Bakugou said, his tone too bitter to be a joke.

“I’m not hanging out with him, I’m his psychiatrist.” You deadpanned.

“Just be careful. I know he seemed all sweet on you in the room, but we don’t have a lot on that guy. You don’t know how he’ll behave when you’re alone.” He warned.

“Actually, I was going to see if you wouldn’t mind bringing him to the common area for me.” You smiled, poking his shoulder.

He feigned insult, pulling off his jacket and walking into the supply area. You followed him, propping yourself on the door frame as you watched him.

“I guess I can do that. Just go ahead and head there now. Patchwork doesn’t listen very well so it’s probably going to be a minute.” He groaned.

“You got it, oh, and thanks again.” You said with a smile, wiggling the coffee cup.

“Yeah, yeah. Just don’t throw this one all over me.” He sneered, brushing past you to walk off toward Dabi’s room.

You grabbed your paperwork and headed into the common area, taking a seat on the sofa. Not a minute later, Dabi came strolling into the room and immediately took a seat beside you. Bakugou marched after him, annoyance overwhelming his features.

“That’s such bullshit. That guy has never complied with a single thing I’ve said, but wouldn’t you know it, today’s he’s all ready and waiting at the door.” Bakugou spat.

“Glad I could make your day a little easier then!” You beamed and he rolled his eyes before stalking off. You promptly turned your attention to Dabi.

“Hey.” You said.

“Hey.” He breathed a sigh of relief.

“Was there something earlier you wanted to talk about?” You asked, remembering when you did rounds.

“Not really. Just wanted to see you again.” He shrugged. You nodded, settling back into the couch.

“So, fill me in since I last saw you.” You said, trying to nudge into a conversation.

“Not much to know. Got some charges and got locked in here. Guess I must have lost my mind somewhere along the way.” His laugh sounded empty, no emotion behind it.

“Do you think you’ve lost your mind?” You asked, resting your chin on your hand.

He eyed you wearily before sighing, letting his back drop onto the cushion behind him and kicking his feet up to rest on the table.

“No. I feel like I’m seeing everything clearly for the first time. Back then, when we met, I was someone else. Someone weak and afraid. Lost. I don’t feel like that anymore. I know I’ve done some messed up things, hurt people who didn’t deserve it, but when I snapped, it was like the part of me I hated the most disappeared.” He explained, his head rolling to the side to look at you.

You nodded, listening as he spoke and hanging on every word.

“What part of you was that?” You asked, pulling your legs up onto the cushion and getting comfortable.

“The part that could feel.”

#bnha dabi #dabi #dabi au #dabi smut #dabi x female reader #dabi x y/n #dabi x reader #hawks smut #hawks x female reader #hawks x y/n #touya todoroki #keigo takami #bakugou smut #bakugou x y/n #bakugou x fem!reader #bakugou x reader #bnha #mha #psychosis

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merakimaiden · 2 years

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Hello, do I read correctly that we can request for Thrawn?😳 If so, when you have the time can I please request some headcanons on how Thrawn would show his affection to his s/o both on and off duty (preferably an imperial officer s/o)? Maybe what kind of love language he has? You can turn this into a drabble if the muse strikes you, I’m fine with either, do whatever suits you for this! Thank you so much!

Yes and yes! HERE WE GO

How would Thrawn show his affection to reader.

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Love language

You know what came to my mind immediately? His love language is definitely quality time.

The both of you are always busy working for the Empire, so Thrawn spends every second with you meaningfully.

How would he spend time with you? Having dinner together, sharing childhood stories and experiences- or just having a deep conversations with you makes him happy.

He loves to learn new things and other people’s experiences. Learning about your experiences are a bonus.

Other than that, he would be happy to just hold you and whisper sweet nothings, or just straight up stare at you lovingly with his lip curved upwards, admiring you. The Grand Admiral admires you a lot.

Affection on duty

Whenever the both of you are on duty at different parts of the ship or at different planets, and you miss each other or simply want to talk, the both of you communicate with pagers Thrawn bought for you and himself.

Officers dating other officers are forbidden in the Empire, so the both of you do not use your datapads to communicate with each other as your superiors or other officers might check them.

You’ll just be working, going about your day and suddenly you’ll feel a vibration in your pocket, so you fish it out to see messages from Thrawn.

“I miss you.” and “You are on my mind.” are the common ones you get from Thrawn.

Affection off duty

As stated earlier, Thrawn makes every second count with you.

When he has you all to himself, oh Maker.

He loves to touch you.

Whether it be him holding you or you holding him, he loves it either way. He secretly loves to be held and be vulnerable around you.

And by admiring, I mean really admiring. He just loves you so much, he doesn’t know what to do sometimes.

He would stay up at night caressing your hair while you’re in deep sleep next to him.

He would trace your features, thinking about how you’re the most priceless art that he has ever set his eyes upon.

He also loves kissing you. His favourite places to kiss you are your forehead, neck, lips, and the back of your hands.

Other than that, he really cares for your well-being. He makes sure you eat proper food, have enough rest and he doesn’t like seeing you sad.

If you were having a bad day, he encourages you to speak to him about what’s bothering you so he could help you find a solution and give you advice.

There is a hint of fear everytime you go on a mission without him. He knows you’re a capable person, but he is so afraid to lose you.

So, you just have to kiss his worries away…

A/N: I hope this is what you had in mind! (affection headcanons accidentally turned into relationship headcanons oopsies)

Reblogs and feedback are appreciated :)

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fe-fictions · 1 year

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Hi so I know you take writing comms and I wanted to try doing that myself. I need some advice though. Do you mind sharing how you outlined your terms and service and set up price points for content? How did you decide to put each price to the amount of content? Thank you so much for your time!!

Hiii! So I'm pretty casual with my pricing, in that I severely undercharge. For example, on average a 10-12 page commission (the longest ones I'll do) should be around $5/100 words.

I only charge $15 for a 10-12 page commission. I base it on what I'd think is cheap enough for ppl to buy every now and then, so when I tell you I'm severely undercharging, I mean it!

10-12 page stories should technically be more in the $75-100 range if I were to base it off of every 100 words.

The only reason I do writing commissions at all is if I need to pay bills, and every little bit helps. (Continued below U V U)

That being said, writing fanfics is a hobby for me, and I don't have as much time to write as I used to, so I really only take commissions when they roll in, which is pretty infrequent (and that's ok!)

In terms of rules, I try to be really lax about them, and they're pretty much the same as they would be for a standard request.

No excessive gore/violence

No sad endings (angst is fine, but I've only ever written happy endings- I let other writers handle the sad angst LOL)

NSFW costs extra, and I don't publish it on the page to keep things clean over here dsfjsdkfjsdkfj

I don't give a turnaround time, because my ability to prioritize writing over my job, art commissions and the day to day schedule has really dropped. The longest it should take is a month at most, but that's only when it's a really long one.

3 page stories should take less than a week, an 5 pagers are typically 1-2 weeks. That said, I really try to get them done as fast as possible, since you're paying for priority.

When it takes longer than that, it's usually due to extenuating circumstances. For example, I had two 12 page stories commissioned, and it took double to triple the usual time because a lot of really sh*t stuff happened between January and March 2023,,, we're talking losing my job in January and trying daily to find a new job for two months, my dear pet cat of 15 years passing away, and food poisoning that knocked me on my ass for days. And that's not counting the fact that I was doing art commissions in between all that just to stay afloat! Now add anxiety and depression into this hellish mix, and it made finishing anything really difficult.

If something like this happens, I don't mind when people check in on the status of their commissions. However, when people start checking in weekly or daily, that really gets under my skin...especially if it's been explained why there's a delay, and offers to refund the commission if they're unhappy with the wait. I want to be accommodating, but I need patience to finish these! Especially when I'm in the pits of hell IRL U V U''''

All that being said, I don't have a concrete set of rules, but I'll be piecing something together for future commissions. Those are just the general terms I tend to operate with. I'm not a professional writer, just a hobbyist. If you want to charge more for your stories than I do, I would recommend it. You should charge what you're worth! The only reason I don't is because it's seriously just a pastime for me, and it's not something I want to pursue as a career. I'd rather that be art than writing, since I just write to indulge lol

I hope this helps a little bit, though!

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mikelogan · 2 years

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jdox and trembling hands 🥺

Send me a number and I’ll write a micro story using the word or phrase

Okay I'm really sorry but this ended up being really fucking sad?? Established JDox and TW for transphobia

"Sweetheart?"

He doesn't answer.

"Newbie?"

"Huh?"

"Were you listening to anything I just said?" I ask with a sigh. I'm not actually annoyed with him, but he's been more off in space than usual today.

"Oh, sorry..." He trails off and a few moments pass. "What were you saying?"

My brows furrow as I fix him with a firm stare. "What's going on with you today?"

"What? Nothing, I'm fine." He sounds overly defensive and his eyes dart around the lounge nervously.

Before I can question him further or so much as reach out to touch him, my pager goes off. Of course it does. I groan and glance worriedly at him once more -- he avoids my gaze -- and jog out of the room.

The rest of the day turns out to be one of the busiest I've had lately, and I barely see Newbie, just hints and flashes of him here and there. Even though I don't have a chance to check in with him, he's making it pretty damn obvious that something is wrong. Why he didn't want to tell me before beats the hell out of me, but I figure he'll open up once we're home.

Finally, the end of our shifts arrive and I trudge into the locker room to grab my things. I expect to see Newbie there waiting for me, but he's nowhere in sight. I shove my lab coat in my locker and throw my bag over my shoulder and set off to find him. I'm stumped for a few minutes until Nervous Guy tells me he thinks he saw JD head back into the lounge. I assume he's in there lollygagging, or that he just lost track of the time, but at first I think the place is empty. The lights are off and it's getting dark out, so the whole room is pretty dim. And then I hear a hushed voice coming from the small locker room adjoining the lounge.

"And you're not going to say a damn thing," someone's saying. It's a voice I don't recognize, but the tone is low and threatening. The hair on the back of my neck prickles as I take a step further.

"Because if you do, I'll make sure everybody in this place knows your disgusting little secret." There's a rustling sound and then a pained grunt.

I drop my bag to the floor and stride into the locker room, rounding the corner and being absolutely horrified at what I find. JD's being pressed up against the far wall by some orderly or nurse I don't recognize. He's got the front of Newbie's scrubs in an iron grip and Newbie looks terrified. I don't think about what I do next -- I don't have to.

I lunge forward and grab the piece of shit by the arm he's holding Newbie with and haul him away until he slams against the other wall. "What the hell, dude?" he half-yells in surprise.

"Dude? Dude?" I repeat, my vision actually darkening around the edges from the rage I'm feeling. "What the fuck were you doing to him?"

"Perry, don't, I'm okay," JD mumbles from the corner. One glance at him tells me he's far from okay. His eyes are wide, his shirt disheveled, and his hands are shaking pretty violently.

I've still got the asshole pressed firmly against the wall and he shoves at me to no avail. I'm a good deal larger than him and apparently a lot stronger.

"Page Kelso," I bark at JD. It comes out harsher than I intend, but I'm furious. I turn back to the pathetic waste of space in front of me. "I asked you a question. What were you doing to him?"

"It's none of your business, man, we were just screwing around."

"Screwing around my ass," I bite. "He looks goddamn terrified and I heard you threaten him."

He won't meet my eyes and stands in my grip in resolute silence.

I glance back at JD, but before I can ask him for his side of the story, Kelso enters. "Dr. Dorian, what the hell is so important in the damn lounge that you had to page me right before my shift ended?"

"In here, Bob," I growl. I make no effort to move from holding the jackass against the wall and Newbie looks like he wants to shrink into the corner and disappear.

"Goddamn it, Perry, what the hell is wrong with you?" Kelso groans as he rounds the corner and sees me.

I jerk my head toward JD. "He was threatening JD. Had him shoved up against the wall when I walked in."

Kelso looks to JD for confirmation and he nods robotically. He's got his arms wrapped around his body and the urge to go to him is becoming unbearable. Kelso's blocking the way out well enough, so I give the pile of garbage one more good shove against the wall and turn to JD. He looks like he's about to burst into tears and he really is shaking something fierce. I open my arms to him and he tucks himself into my side. I place a hand at the back of his neck and my other arm wraps around him and holds him close.

"Is this true, Nurse Brady?" Kelso's asking, his voice flat and angry.

"Look at them," Brady mutters, his disgust obvious. "Of course they'd make something up and make me look bad."

For the first time, JD speaks up. He's still pressed against me, but my touch seems to reassure him and make him feel safer than before. "I caught him stealing drugs," he says quietly. He immediately had Kelso's full attention. "We'd talked a few times before and I'd told him... I told him I was trans. He seemed fine with it until I saw him with - with the pills. Since then, he's been threatening to out me to the whole hospital if I told anyone."

I have to actively try not to crush JD in my grip, but now I'm the one shaking, this time from anger. Before Bob even speaks, I know he's going to do the right thing. What I don't count on is that motherfucker opening his mouth and digging his hole even deeper.

"I would've been doing this place a favor, making sure everyone new that unnatural piece of --"

I cross the distance between us before anyone can react and punch him as hard as I can muster. I know JD won't approve and Bob will be furious, but there's no way in hell I'm going to stand there and listen to him talk like that.

"Jesus Christ," Bob sighs, looking at the sight of Brady before him, blood pouring from his nose. "Get the hell out of here, Perry. You too, Dorian. I'll take care of this."

I grab Newbie’s hand and don't let go until we're in the car. The ride home is silent. JD is staring at his hands in his lap and he looks so goddamn upset that it makes me even angrier. The knowledge that this was happening right under my nose, right behind my back, and he felt so unsafe that he couldn't even tell me... I grip the steering wheel tighter and grit my teeth.

We walk up to the apartment, Newbie trailing just behind me. I drop my bag on the floor beside the door and stalk across the living room to pour myself a scotch. When I look up, Newbie’s still standing just inside the apartment. He meets my gaze for the first time and almost immediately his eyes begin to water.

"I'm sorry," he says, and no sooner are the words out of his mouth than I'm striding across the living room to take his face in my hands, scotch forgotten.

"You're sorry?" I ask incredulously. "Jesus, JD."

"I am, I should have told you right away, I was just scared and I - I'm sor --"

I cut him off by pulling him against my chest and pressing a kiss to the top of his head. "Sweetheart, you have absolutely nothing to be sorry for." I pull back, holding him at arm's length so I can look him in the eye. "Do I wish you would have come to me immediately? Of course, but he was threatening you. You didn't do anything wrong, JD."

I watch as his face crumples and suddenly, he's in my arms again and sobbing into my chest. "I know," I whisper to him, burying my face in his hair for a long moment. "Come on, come here."

Gently, I guide him toward the couch and pull him down into my lap. I pull a blanket over us and murmur to him that he's safe now, he's okay, that he doesn't have to worry about that asshole anymore.

"I thought all that shit was over," he tells me some time later. He's been quiet for a while, so I'm surprised to hear him speak. His face is still buried against my neck and he doesn't seem to have plans to move any time soon. "I didn't think I had to worry anymore."

I sigh and rub his arm. "I know, sweetheart. I thought so, too. What he did was unacceptable and Kelso knows that. He'll take care of it."

"What's to stop it from happening again?" JD asks in a small voice and it breaks my goddamn heart.

I hold him a little tighter and ignore the stinging behind my eyes. "You'll tell me if it ever happens again. And we'll make sure you're safe. I would do anything to protect you, Newbie, I promise. But I hope to god that you never have to go through anything like this ever again."

JD nuzzles against my neck and I can feel his tears on my skin. "I was so scared," he whispers. "I didn't know what he was gonna do to me."

The mere idea that anyone would lay a hand on JD, that they would blackmail him and make him so goddamn afraid that he couldn't even tell me what was going on has me filling with rage. But I know that's not what he needs from me. Right now, he needs to feel safe and loved and that's all I've ever wanted to be for him. A safe place, a home.

"I love you," I tell him because what else can I say? There's nothing I can say that will fix this, that will make it okay. Because it wasn't okay. And I know in time things will get better and that he'll find his way back to his usual self, but it won't erase the fact that this happened. I just need him to know that he has me, and that I have him. That we'll get through this together.

"I love you," he whispers back.

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mysticaldeanvoidhorse · 2 years

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A Supernatural Love

Chapter Nine: A Date

Summary: Y/N, a nurse working towards medical school living with her roommate and best friend Genevieve Cortese, meets Jensen Ackles while visiting the set of Supernatural one day. Is this chance encounter a coincidence or fate? And if it is fate, do they have what it takes to make it through separations and hardships?

Slow(ish) burn, some angst, some alluding to sexy times, fluff

Pairings: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Bad writing, Fluff, Language

Word Count: 3614

No hate to any of the real people in this story, it is purely fiction and for enjoyment! No images are mine

First fic I wrote, please be kind but open to feedback, both positive and negative!

Tag List: @streets-in-paradise @leigh70 @sexyvixen7 @deandreamernp @universallyraylangivens @siospins2 @let-me-luve-you @lyarr24 @nancymcl

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Jensen left around 3am last night and you were paying for it in the morning. Gen came home late, doing something you would definitely catch up on after work. That was his cue to leave otherwise who knew when he would. He got himself off the couch and walked to the door and thanked you for a nice evening, never making a move on you and you really appreciated that. You knew he had ulterior motives but he never made it known and that made you like him all the more. You had to be careful with this guy, he had a way of breaking through your walls without even trying and you were falling hard.

At work the next morning you chugged coffee like your life depended on it.

“Late night?” James asked you with a smile.

“Yes, but it was a good time.” You said taking another sip.

“Glad you had fun at dinner. Hopefully Gen and the boys won’t be too tired while filming” He made an effort but you could tell something was off. You didn’t flaunt that you knew celebrities or that you went out with them but you didn’t try to hide it either. Why would you? James was just a friend. But Gen’s words from last night rang in your ears. You had a habit of attracting men without realizing it. It was only somewhat accurate; most of the time nothing came from it and if something did it didn’t last long.

“Well next time we study, we will have to grab dinner. Maybe leave the hospital for once” You tried to make light of the situation and he smiled.

“That sounds like a great idea. We will have to plan something soon.” His pager went off and he left.

“Did you just make plans for a date with Dr. Dreamy?” Olivia really knew how to sneak up on you.

“What? No. We are just going to study and grab a bite.” You defended.

“Uh huh, sounded like it. Watch out Y/N, looks like you’re in the middle of a love triangle.”

“You’re crazy, no I am not Liv.” You frowned.

“Okay fine but tell me this, would you openly tell either one about the other? James knows you hang out in groups with Jensen but why did you omit that he stayed over until three?” She walked away leaving you to chew on what she just said. You knew you liked Jensen, but why did it seem so weird to tell James about him? A call light when off pulling you from your thoughts.

Later that week you made it to set for lunch. You hadn’t been to set in a while and you were happy to have Jared escort you to the tent. It felt familiar and like home. You loved how much like family it felt to you.

“Hey Y/N how has work been? I know you’ve been busy studying a lot” Jared said, taking a bite of his sandwich.

“It’s been really busy actually, I have barely had time to study. James and I might be able to study later this week” You tried to sound casual. James was your friend but it felt weird to mention him.

“Oh yeah? Sounds like you spend a lot of time together” Jared said, eyeing you to gauge your response.

“Well I do work with him and he does help me study during down times” You tried to reason.

“So you aren’t dating him?”

“Why would you think that? I just told you we are friends and he has been a great resource. When you can start helping me prepare for my tests then I won’t see him so much but until then, I’ll be seeing a lot of him”

“Okay, okay” he put his hands in the air. “I believe you, I just have to look out for Jensen. He really likes you and it seems like you really like him. I just don’t want him to get hurt.” It was an honest statement and though it hurt, you knew he was coming from a good place.

“I have no intention of hurting Jensen. I won’t lie to you, I do like Jensen and I would be happy to spend more time with him but if you tell him I will deny it” You took a bite of your sandwich and Jared seemed satisfied.

“Hey guys, sorry I am late!” Gen came walking in briskly. “So much for a quick scene. I feel like Kripke does that on purpose sometimes” She sat down and took a sip of her water. “Where is Jensen? I thought he would have beat me here.”

“I don’t know, he didn’t tell me anything.” Jared answered her.

“Well you are joined at the hip so it was a safe assumption” You quipped.

“Ha. Ha. Very funny. But if you do date Jensen I will definitely be along for the ride!” you gave him a dry chuckle. Speaking of the devil, Jensen came sauntering in with his sandwich in hand from the food table and sat down at your now regular table.

“Hey guys, what did I miss?” He said taking a huge bite of his sandwich, causing mayonnaise to drip onto his face.

“Other than your mouth? Nothing much” You giggled. He tried to wipe it off but it was such a big mess that there was still a lot left.

“You are just making it worse.” You giggled. “Can I help?” You took your finger and wiped the spot on his face with the condiment. He gave you a grateful smile and you kept your eye contact longer than you needed to but you could look at those green eyes forever.

Gen gave you an approving smile and you were sure you'd hear about it later. You missed the look Jared gave Jensen but it was an approving look.

"Time for me to head back to work" you said, your sandwich long gone.

"I'll walk you to your car" Jensen said getting up with you. Neither of you said much until you reached your door.

"Thanks for walking with me" you said, playing with your keys.

"Listen, Y/N, I've really enjoyed spending time with you and I've tried not to push the issue or make you feel pressured but we have been having a good time. I think it's about time I took you on that date." He was nervous but confident in his words. You still didn't know what to do with your hands but you knew what to respond.

"I think you're right, Ackles. It's about damn time" you gave him a smile. He looked like a giddy school boy and it made you more happy than you were already feeling.

"Then it's a date. I'll call you later" he opened your door and waited until you were long gone before turning back to set. It was a hard drive back to the hospital but only because there were so many butterflies in your stomach.

He called you that night and you made plans for Saturday night. He said it was a surprise so you weren't sure what to wear. If Gen knew anything she didn't tell you.

"Y/N are you excited?" Gen came into your room as you threw more clothes onto your bed.

"Right now I'm more nervous because I have no idea what to wear! He didn't tell me anything! What if I don't wear the right thing? What if I don't dress up enough? What if I'm way too overdressed?" You walked back into your closet.

"Relax hon, whatever you wear is going to be great" she said while going through your skirts and dresses.

"Are you sure you don't know anything? If you do, you gotta help a girl out."

"I promise you, I don't know anything but if I did I couldn't tell you. All I know is he's put in a lot of effort and he really likes you so whatever you do say or wear won't matter" she got up and gave you a hug.

With tears in your eyes you said, "Aww Gen I don't know what to say. You are the best, I love you" you gave her a tight squeeze.

"You are my best friend Y/N I'd do anything for you"

"At this point who even needs the guys? You and I can just run away together”. She laughed

"Honestly, that sounds like a great idea. But knowing how much you like the guy and how much he likes you I would feel bad stealing you away."

"When are you and Jared finally going to admit your feelings?" You asked her.

"What? No, besides today is about you" she tried to deflect.

"Yes, today will be amazing for me but just admit you like him" she sighed.

"I do like him. I really really like Jared. But I don't know what to do. He's so sweet and kind and doesn't give me many hints if he's interested."

"You're kidding me right? He's completely head over heels. For whatever reason he's just taking his time but trust me, he's totally in love with you."

"Do you think so? I really hope so. I just don't know what to do."

"Chin up, soon we will go on double dates!!"

"Haha well let's not get too ahead of ourselves, let's just focus on tonight! Try this dress on."

You wore the dress she picked out with simple wedges. It could look fancy or casual. By the time you finished your last touches the doorbell rang. You opened the door and you had to keep yourself from drooling. The man in front of you looked like heaven. He was dressed in dark jeans and a dress shirt with the top unbuttoned. He had his hair perfectly styled and had his sexy smile on.

"Wow you look amazing Y/N" he said. You couldn't believe that the man in front of you had said that and you knew he meant it.

"You clean up nice yourself, Ackles. Any chance you'll finally clue me in on what's going on?" He just smirked and offered you his arm.

"Not a chance, where would the fun be in that?" You just scoffed as you took his arm. You really liked holding on to it.

He led you to a Mercedes parked out front of your house. He opened the door and closed it behind you. Points for being a gentleman.

“Did you give Cliff the night off?” You asked him when he got into the car.

“Yep, he deserves it and selfishly I didn’t want to share you with him” He gave you a smirk and you rolled your eyes at him trying to hide the blush creeping into your face.

“So is this Mercedes yours or did you steal it? I know you usually drive a truck but we aren’t in Texas” You remembered him telling you about it on multiple occasions.

“Ha, not this time. I decided to rent” He gave you a chuckle.

“Very nice car to just rent for a night.” You replied.

“I wanted a nice car for a nice girl and if tonight goes well, maybe it won’t just be for tonight” He gave you a cocky grin. Oh how those lips curled in a way that drove you crazy.

“I wouldn’t get ahead of yourself Ackles. The night has only begun” You knew you would have a great time but you didn’t want him to know, at least not yet, that he had you completely head over heels.

About twenty minutes into the drive, you were in a cute little wooded park.

“Bring me out to the woods to kill me?” You asked.

“Wasn’t my plan, but like you said, the night is young” Damn the man for using your words against you. He got out and opened your door and helped you out. “You up for a little walk? Don’t worry it isn’t far and if your shoes are bothering you I can always carry you.”

“Well, aren't you just the gentleman.” You gave him a smile.

“I have a sister, I understand how that works and I try my best to always be a gentleman which is why I promise there won’t be any funny business.” He looked you in the eye when he said the last part.

“A good actor, attractive, and a gentleman? Are you even real?” You asked him.

He chuckled a little. “Mama raised me right, and a girl like you deserves more than a guy like me can give you.”

“I don’t know about that, I think it’s the other way around, but if you want to believe that, that’s on you” You gave him a nervous laugh as you went to walk down the path because it made you a little uncomfortable. How could a guy like that sincerely mean what he said? He clearly didn’t know you well.

“I do believe that because I know it’s the truth. You are one hell of a woman and I hope you know that” He said, grabbing your arm helping you along the path. You were thankful you wore the shorter heeled wedge but they just weren’t made for a dirt path. You chose to not answer his comment and instead focused on not tripping.

Not far down the main trail he took you on a side trail. At first you wouldn’t notice it but it was a path and at the end was a little hill.

“Almost there” He said, stopping you. “But I need you to close your eyes.”

“What?” You looked at him quizzically.

“Do you trust me?” He gave you that same cocky grin again.

“Do I have a choice?”

“Always but it’s more fun this way, you’ll be glad you did I promise.” He stepped closer to you and you let him turn you toward the end of the path. “I promise you will be okay, I won't let anything happen to you” He said, moving closer and putting his hands on your shoulders.

“I believe you” You responded, leaning back into him, feeling his warmth. He covered your eyes and led you up a small incline.

“Okay, you can open your eyes” He breathed into your ear. You were sad when his hands left you but when you looked out there was a beautifully set up picnic under a big oak tree with lights strung up. It was near the edge of a drop off and you could see the entire city of Vancouver from there.

You gasped and held your breath trying to take it all in. “Oh my gosh, Jensen.” You left your mouth open.

“I told you you would be happy if you listened to me.”

“You were right this time, I’ll have to remember you can be right every once in a while” He chuckled and put his hands up.

“I won’t let myself get too cocky about being right. Care to sit down?” He helped you sit onto the blanket. “You deserve a fancy meal at the best place in town but you seemed more of a picnic-away-from-the-crowd type so I tried to give you both. I hope this is okay” He said, pulling out a champagne glass for you.

“This is perfect. I can’t imagine a better first date. You really do know how to show a girl a good time.” He really did pay attention to you and what you like and it showed.

“Cliff helped set it up so that it was all ready when we got here. He really is a great guy” Jensen explained.

“Remind me to thank him.” You said, taking your glass from him.

“A toast” He said, raising his glass to you and you did the same. “To a beautiful night with a beautiful woman and to more to come” You both took a sip.

He packed a simple yet elegant meal consisting of chicken, veggies and pie for dessert.

“Why am I not surprised you packed a pie, Dean” You chuckled, emphasizing the last word.

“Having to eat so many pies on set, it kinda grows on you. I noticed you took a big slice of the peach pie on set and you seemed to enjoy it so I thought it was a good option.”

“Does anything slip past you?” You nervously laughed. It was so sweet that he paid attention to so much detail but you made a note to not take so much food in front of the man who remembers everything.

“Not much does, not when it comes to you” He looked at you shyly causing you to give him a big smile. “Anyways, I like a girl who isn’t afraid to eat.” He gave you a wink.

“Unfortunately I do like to eat, I just need to make sure I go to the gym so it doesn’t show” You laughed, taking another bite of pie and moaning. It was the best peach pie you had ever tasted and you weren’t sure if it was the pie or the company making it so good..and sweet.

“I understand that, but sweetheart you don’t need to, you are gorgeous” He looked you in the eye and you blushed again.

“Keep sweet talking me and you have a pretty good chance of getting a second date”

“That’s the plan” He winked at you. Did he know the effect he had on you? You hoped not.

After dinner you cleaned up the baskets and walked back to the car. You wrapped your arm in his for two reasons. One because it was past dusk and the path wasn’t too visible anymore and second, the man was Jensen Ackles so it seems unnecessary to state any sort of reasoning to want to hold the man.

“Would you like to go for a walk? I’ll take you to the sidewalk so we don’t twist those pretty ankles.” He told you, having packed the car up.

“I would love that. Good thing I work at a hospital so if something were to happen, I know some people” You gave him a wink.

“Let’s avoid any unnecessary trips to the ER but just for future, I have been known to treat an ankle or two” He smiled at you.

“As much as I wouldn’t mind being treated pretty well, let’s try to save injuries for dates later on” You giggled.

“As long as it means I get to see you more, I would be happy to oblige by treating you like a princess, though you deserve it regardless.” He put his hand on the small of your back helping you into the car.

You talked about many things in both the car ride and the walk once back into the city. You hadn’t realized how long you had been out until he brought you to your building. It surprised you how easy it was to talk to him. It was easier than any other guy you had been with. Sometimes silences fall during first dates but not this time. He was so fun and funny and yet he could be serious and sensitive. You loved it. He walked you to the elevator and stepped in with you.

“A gentleman walks a woman to the door and I am happy for an excuse to spend even two more seconds with you”

“I am happy for the extra time as well.” You couldn’t help but notice the shade of pink appearing on the tips of his ears.

“Good thing we avoided twisted ankles. But just to be safe, I shouldn’t push our luck.” Before you could respond he picked you up bridal style causing you to giggle.

“Ackles you don’t have to” You laughed.

“I know but a true gentleman wouldn’t let a lady put herself in harm's way and those heels are just begging for an accident. Besides, you are light and I have been wanting to do this for awhile” Your arms tightened a little around his neck. You silently sent a thanks that your apartment was at the end of the hall. When he put you down, his hand lingered just a little longer than necessary on your back. You pulled the keys out of your purse and opened your door.

“I said no funny business and I meant it so I will bid you goodnight” He said. He must have read your mind because you were going to ask him in. It was probably for the best because though you weren’t the type of girl to give it up on the first date you couldn’t be held responsible for what could have happened to end such a perfect night.

“Well then, I guess I will say goodnight as well.”

“I had a wonderful time tonight, and I would like to go out again.” You didn’t think you’d seen him so nervous, shifting on one foot.

“I had a wonderful night and I would love to go out with you again.” You replied, hoping your voice didn’t betray just how much you wanted to see him again.

“I would really like to kiss you, if that is okay” he said, his voice low. You smiled. What a goddamn gentleman to ask and not just assume like most men do.

“I would really like it if you did”, You matched his whisper. He leaned in slowly, cupping your cheek and grabbing your waist simultaneously. You matched his pace and put your hands on his chest. You closed your eyes and you could have sworn you saw stars. It was the best first kiss you had ever had.

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lavendertales · 3 years

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Yours—Javier Peña x f!reader

Bad guy series drabble

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6 years later

“Our phone numbers are on the fridge. If there’s anything urgent, Javier has a pager. Please page us and—“

“Mija, we’ll be fine. Niki is with her abuelita, nothing will happen.”

You smile, still somewhat nervous, but you nod to your mother nonetheless. You would not want to make her nervous.

“Okay. Thank you again for watching her. She might be six but she’s way too smart for her own sake.”

Alexandra giggles, pinching your nose in the slightest just as Javier comes downstairs. “I know all about smarter-than-average girls.”

Reminiscing of your own childhood for a brief second, you finally met with Javier’s eyes. He lingers as he usually did whenever he sees you dressed up, his tongue brushing slightly over his bottom lip as he admires you, taking cautionary steps towards you.

“You look so beautiful,” he mumbles, playing with your fingers.

“It’s an old dress.”

Javier seems to nod, gazing at you still. That is until Alexandra rushes you both out the door and into the car.

You and Javier both breathe into the outside air. To say your lives have been busy would be quite an understatement. Raising your daughter was a challenge and a blessing as well. Javier stepped up more than ever over the last few years and even if his job took him away from home more often than not, he still found the time to read Nicole bedtime stories, take you out whenever he could and enjoy his life as a husband and father. He had everything he never thought he would have, including—and especially—peace.

He did feel a little on the edge lately. Between his job as a consultant for a local precinct, your job as a statistical analyst and taking care of Nicole, date nights had been quite rare over the past few months. You tried to sneak in a little romance whenever and however you could, often requesting Connie and Steve’s help with babysitting, but something always intervened.

Tonight, though, none of that. Nicole’s bedtime was in half an hour, both you and Javier managed to request a day off of work so you could enjoy dinner in peace. The second Javier parked in front of the restaurant and his eyes landed on you again, you cleared your throat, shyly looking away.

“Stop looking at me like that,” you complain, laughing all the while.

“Why?”

“First thing’s first, we got a dinner reservation. And second of all, the last time you looked at me like that, Nicole happened.”

Javier chuckles, lowering his head in the ground, distinctly recalling the night when that happened. And without fail, the look he threw you back then was the same as it was now. To be fair, he always looks at you this way, but when you dress up, there is just something about you that drives him wild. The way this dress embraces your body in all of the right way, tightened in all the right places… it’s got him tugging at his shirt and clearing his throat as well.

“I’d suggest dessert before dinner but the parking lot isn’t really romantic, is it?” he laughs.

“Not really, no. But I’ll tell you what. If you behave yourself and be a good boy throughout dinner, you can have a special dessert.”

His face lightens up and it’s oh, so sweet paired with the soft, puppy eyes and the raised eyebrows.

“What kind of special dessert?”

“If I tell you, it won’t be special.”

You press a chaste kiss on his cheek, one that Javier takes as a promise. He’d always been susceptible to your charms, but over the years, even more so. The knowledge that you are his wife, his partner, makes him quiver with emotion and fills him up with upmost gratitude. If he had known from the day that he met you just how special you’d be, he would’ve spent every moment cherishing your presence.

But thinking of everything the two of you had built in the past six year – the house, the beautiful daughter, the satisfying jobs – it almost feels surreal. Too good to be had, really. At times Javier feels overwhelmed at how happy he is, and how happy you and Nicole are.

If there was any paradise, having a family with you surely is one.

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bts-teaspoonff · 3 years

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Reward

Genre: Smut with slight plot, Polyamory

Pairing: Yoongi x reader, Hoseok x reader, Yoongi x Hoseok

Rating: 18+

Synopsis: A well-deserved break after weeks of stress from work. Your boyfriend decided to give you a reward. You didn't know that he was not the only one eager to give you a reward.

Warnings: NSFW, double penetration, double creampie, unprotected s*x (still do safe s*x, kids!), slight degradation, cum eating, oral (F receiving, M receiving), implied!sub Yoongi, implied!dom reader, role!switch Yoongi, role!switch reader, Dom!Hoseok, anal s*x, vaginal s*x, love biting, cheek slapping (but not intense), choking (y/n’s not abused, y'all), A VERY IMPATIENT Y/N

Word Count: 6.5k

A/N: This is actually inspired by their *chuckles* iconic japanese song, Otsukare. The closest translation in English would be “Thanks for your hard work”. Seriously, you guys need to watch their SOPE and OT7 performance of the song! You will laugh your ass off..

It’s been almost a month since you and your team have been burning blood, sweat and tears into this one specific medical case. Working as a medical intern with plentiful senior doctors piling every work on interns is brutal, however you just wade through everything since you did land an internship spot in the most prestigious hospital in the country. You do live in a decent apartment with a nice view you might say, but recently, you’ve been taking refuge in the intern’s lounge for almost a month already. All you want is to caress the soft material of your favorite linen and spend a week on your bed without getting out of it.

Today’s different. You and your fellow interns have cracked the case and have just finished presenting it to a panel of senior doctors. It’s also nice now that the patient in the said case can now breathe a lot easier since there is a higher chance of survival with our proposed medical management. You truly can’t wait to get home.

You also haven’t seen Yoongi, your boyfriend, for almost three weeks. Video calls and missed opportunities was your love story with him since you’ve handled the killer case.

He was very understanding of your situation, especially when you did try to visit him in his apartment one day. You were so drained but you still kept your promise to him for a ‘Movie and Taco Tuesday Night’. Just fifteen minutes into the movie, you were dead asleep on his couch. Sometimes, you even fell asleep while on a video call with him. You felt ashamed that you apologized to him non-stop for a week. He told you that he could compromise so he started visiting you in the hospital. Of course, that was also futile. Both of you would plan to eat lunch together but as soon as you were in each other’s company, beeps from your pager will end your short bout of joy.

You bombarded Yoongi with texts and voice messages that you’re finally free from the shackles of the said case. This weekend will the first whole break you’ve been rewarded with since last month. You receive a text from him asking if there’s any way you could spend the whole weekend with him in his apartment. You knew what he meant and you can’t deny that there’s a part of you expecting something to happen as well. Come on, you haven’t touched or caressed your boyfriend for almost a month. You’re too deprived and sexually frustrated. This is no time to be shy about it, not that both of you are shy with each other.

“But how about Hoseok? Won’t he be there?” Oh Hoseok. What a beautiful human. You’ve been together with Yoongi for almost a year already, and they’ve been roommates for the same amount of time. The three of you just clicked together ever since the start.

You met Yoongi through a common friend. Didn’t start officially dating one another until two months later. You would always tease him about it because he took so long to ask for a date just because he felt intimidated by you. You were more of a strong-independent and outgoing type of woman and he was quiet and reserved. It took a month before both of you started bringing each other to your respective apartments. There you met Hoseok. It didn’t take much and it felt natural to be friends with him. Maybe because it felt like the both of you were the same side of a coin.

You used to think that Yoongi and Hoseok were two poles opposite from each other, but you soon realize that’s the best thing about the two of them. That’s why you and Yoongi felt perfect for each other as well.

Although you love your boyfriend dearly, you can’t deny that a small bit of you has been attracted to his roommate. Apart from having a lot of similarities with each other, you do feel that sometimes you share the same mind waves as him. One day when Yoongi was so sick, the two of you left work for the day to stay and care for him. You were amazed that Hoseok knew what he was doing and was really frantic if what he was doing was enough. Seeing somebody else care and love your boyfriend this much warms your heart.

You do try to avoid letting your feelings for him grow any further since Yoongi is your soulmate. You could give the world to Yoongi, that’s how much you love him, and it swells your heart to know that he feels the same for you. You won’t do anything to hurt your precious boyfriend. Ruining their friendship is also the last thing on your mind. You just remind yourself to keep your small fire for Hoseok under control or put out, if possible.

“He said don’t worry about it. He’ll find a way to stay out of our way for the weekend.” Pleased with Yoongi’s reply, you can’t stop thinking of various ways to spend your night with your boyfriend.

With that, you arrive at his apartment that night. Yoongi opens the door, greeting you. You dropped the bags in your hands to the floor and jumped to embrace him, wrapping your arms around his neck. He wrapped his arms around your body. He noticed the fresh smell of your strawberry shampoo, a scent he truly missed.

You start to slowly kiss his neck and soon, you felt his hands grip your waist tighter. “Ummm, kitten?” He does enjoy you pouncing on him as soon as you arrived at his apartment but someone from across the room is eyeing the two of you. Your hands start to comb through his hair when he slightly pushed you, stopping you from teasing Yoongi. “Hoseok is still here.” He turns his head to the direction of his roommate and you followed.

Hoseok sat quietly on the other side of the kitchen counter, sipping his water while staring at the two of you. You straighten out yourself, ashamed at being caught in the act by Hoseok. “Don’t mind me. It’s not like it’s my first time catching the two of you in the act.” He quietly laughs as he took another gulp, completely teasing you.

“Don’t tease her, Hoseok.” Yoongi pats your head as he sees you turn shy at Hoseok’s teasing.

“It’s cute that you let her pounce on you every time she thinks you two are finally alone. So hungry for Yoongi?” Hoseok giggles as you shot a hawkish gaze at him. He gets up and took his bag from the chair beside him as he walks towards the two of you, or rather the door. You glance at the darkness outside the window and at your watch.

“Isn’t it too late for a drive?” You ask Hoseok as he pat your boyfriend goodbye before turning to you.

“I’m fine. Why? You worried about me?” He leans down, eyes meeting yours. He pats your head teasingly and you jokily swat it off. “Besides, aren’t you glad you finally have some alone time? This is my reward to you, little girl.”

“Little girl? I may be smaller but I’m older than the two of you!” Yoongi and Hoseok, focused entirely on your face, watched as you apparently try to make your point.

“Yes, we know kitten, by one year… as you constantly try to remind us.” Yoongi hugs you from behind. “Get on with it. Drive safe!” He hits Hoseok by the arm and they did their handshake. Hoseok also lightly hits your arm before opening the door and walking out, leaving you and your boyfriend finally alone in the apartment.

You both swiftly turn to each other at the same time after the realization that you’re finally alone with each other, amusing the both of you. You let out a smile full of sweetness with eyes almost glistening with longingness for Yoongi.

“I missed you, Yoongi.”

“You don’t how much I missed you too, my kitten.”

That nickname. When was the last time you heard the sound of his voice call you like that? You love it. He apparently can call you that in 100 ways possible. Most of the time, you do love it when he’s screaming it while you overdose him with pleasure.

“Should we watch a movie or something?” You suggest as you turn back to get your bags, carefully grabbing the bag filled with food that you plan to cook for him until tomorrow.

“Pass. I think we should start putting that toy to good use.” Yoongi grumbled in a very low tone as he slowly walked to you, bent forward in front of him. It’s been too long since he had a taste of you. Just by smelling you when you arrived already made him so hard in his pants. He bent down to you letting his body fall on your back. You slowly felt his hands crawl from your shoulders down to your hands. “I’ll be taking that promise now.” His breath brushing past your ear made you wet, shivering from anticipation.

A week ago, you may have promised something to Yoongi. When you’re finally done with the case, you promised him that you’ll allow him to dom you. Usually, it’s been always you who’s taking charge in the bedroom and Yoongi being the sub. You absolutely love seeing your boyfriend submitting to you in the bedroom. Although Yoongi is not really a dedicated sub, he loves it when you tell him that it feels so good acting all your fantasies in the relationship. You were the kinkier and more insatiable one between the two of you so he lets you lead. Tonight, you’ll be giving all the reins to Yoongi so when he knew that you’ll be staying with him this weekend, he texted you the lists of toys to bring.

“What do you want me to do?” You stood up and turned to face him. Yoongi understood what you’re asking of him. You are now submitting to him. His chest starts to swell up inside at finally having the chance to reverse the roles between the two of you.

“Start by calling me Sir.” Yoongi grabbed your chin, lightly tapping your cheeks. You gaze at his hooded eyes, now filled with desire and hunger to dominate you, making you starved to get a taste of him. “Kneel.” He pushed you down by your shoulders as he zips open his pants.

His cock sprung out of his pants, hitting you on the cheek. The enticing smell overwhelmed you. You deeply breathed to inhale his musk as your nose hit the tip of his cock. He gulped at the sight of you hungry for his cock. Your hands wandered towards his member when you heard Yoongi click his tongue. You open your eyes and gazed above. “You’ll only do what I tell you to do, understood?” a more commanding tone vibrated out of Yoongi, slightly surprising you at how he exudes himself right now. He brushed his thumb along your lower lips. “Answer me, kitten.” He tightens his grasp on your chin.

“Yes, sir.” You dropped your hands beside you as you let Yoongi, with his cock in hand, brush himself on your lips.

“Good girl.” He continues to swipe the tip of his cock, smearing his pre-cum on your lips. You hold yourself back from licking him and swallowing him whole. Every fiber of your being is getting impatient and just wants to stuff his cock inside your mouth this instant but a promise is a promise. You just have to wait and let him lead. “Stick out your tongue.”

He relishes the sight of you kneeling down for him, tongue out waiting for his cock. He put both of his hands in front of him against the wall as he aligns his cock in the tip of your tongue. “Purple is our safe word. You understand?” He gazes down at you, nodding enthusiastically.

Not soon after, he starts thrusting his cock so deep inside your mouth. Your head is pushed against the wall along with the rhythm and force of each thrusts. Something about his cock just satisfies you perfectly. The length is just enough to gag you but the girth, oh the girth. It hurts your jaw every time you suck him and if you had too much, you know you’re gonna have a hard time chewing your food tomorrow.

Sloppy sounds from the two of you started to fill up the room. Yoongi continues to bury his cock in your throat. He did stay deep for a few seconds a few times, grinding himself on you as you find difficulty to gasp for air. Tears started welling up in your eyes and Yoongi got concerned. You felt him pull away slightly but you assured him quickly that you’re fine. You know yourself that you won’t use the safe word tonight. You never did get to use it ever with Yoongi.

He gripped your neck, ever so slightly choking you as he pulls you to stand and leads you to the living room couch. He pushed you back to crash down on the soft couch. Quickly and not a second more, he crashed his lips with yours. Overwhelmed by the burning contact that’s long overdue, both of you breathed deeply as you allow each other to get intoxicated. Your hands tightly gripped the coach at both sides, controlling yourself from disobeying Yoongi. His tongue starts to lap at your sweet soft lips and continue to coil its way to your tongue.

Yoongi started moaning as he closed the distance between his crotch and your thighs. You felt him grind himself on you and your thighs started squirming at the sight of Yoongi satisfying himself on you. “Open, kitten.” He pushed your mouth open once more with his thumb. “Look at how hungry my kitten is for me. You’re so good for me.” He spits, letting his spit travel down slowly to your mouth. He chuckles at the sight of you swallowing for him.

“Sir, I want your cock now please?” Your thighs squirmed some more, wiggling while tightly closed together.

Yoongi clicked his tongue once more. “You’ve always been impatient. Always skipping foreplay and straight to fucking.”

“But sir, I’m really hungry for your cock.” You beg and whine.

“Good girls get rewards. Am I right, kitten? I have to prepare you well for what’s in store for tonight.” He bends down as he spreads your legs. Your thighs pushed towards you. He groans when he lifts up your skirt, noticing that you chose to come here without any underwear. He glared at you remembering that if he did not control himself a while ago when you were kissing him when you arrived, he could have lifted your skirt right then with Hoseok still present in the room.

“See? I am always so wet for you Sir. I can take your cock right now.” Your pussy, glistening with juices, further inviting him to devour you. He licks his lips before kissing your inner thigh.

“My kitten. When was the last time you touched yourself?” His breathe tickled your clit just as he let his nose slightly touch your clit. Yoongi sees you attempting to grind yourself to his face, impatient for his touch. You bit your lip as you stare and wait for your boyfriend. “Answer me when I ask you a question.” You gasp at the sudden bite on your inner thigh, soon followed by a warm lick from his feverish wet tongue.

“I have not touched myself for three weeks, sir. I really need your cock now, sir. Please.” You whine as you try to hold back your tears.

“Such a hardworking girl. I see you deserve a big reward.” He pulls the lips of your pussy to the side, making it taut and your clit standing to attention. He quickly swiped his tongue up your slit, finally tasting your juices dripping out from your pussy. He could say all kinds of profanities just from tasting you. You scratched and gripped what was around you at the overwhelming sensation. Yoongi continues to flick his tongue swiftly against your clit, followed by slurping and sucking. You arch your back as your hands finds its place on Yoongi’s hair.

His fingers soon landed on the rim of your pussy. He thrusts two inside very deeply, curling it to find your g-spot. You try to cover your mouth to prevent yourself from screaming at the intense pleasure. You’ve been so deprived of any touch for three weeks that just his tongue is enough to make you cum in seconds. However, you try your best to hold it out.

Yoongi fondles your breast with his hand as he licks your clit, while his other hand never faltering from fucking you. Seeing you lose yourself from his touch is making him drunk. He never saw you this submissive with him. With this, he adds another finger in your pussy. He licks your clit furiously as he sees you desperate to scream louder but you bite your lips to hold back. “Do you want to come, kitten?”

You gaze at him, furiously nodding. Begging to be allowed to reach your high. You see him smirk as he continues to thrust his fingers inside you. A second after, he pulled it all out, leaving you surprised and craving for him to return his fingers inside you. “Not yet. We still have to use this.” He lifts up a metal anal plug. He hands out the toy to let it touch your lips. Your eyes stay glued to him as you let your mouth open, sucking the toy. You see him staring at your mouth, licking his lips at how dirty you look right now.

The metal felt cold as it hits your tongue and teeth. You swirled your tongue around the bulbed end and he pulled it out of your mouth. He quickly pushed it inside your pussy without falter. He pulls it in and out twice to lubricate the toy with your juices before stopping just on the entrance of your ass.

You squirm as you felt the toy slowly stretching your behind. The sensation and stretch is too much for your first time. He doesn’t push everything at once, but slowly pulling it in and out as he slowly lets you adjust. He sees you shaking once he did push the entire plug inside you.

He wiped a strand of hair clinging on your sweaty forehead. Despite looking so fucked out, you’re still the most beautiful person he ever saw. You exchange a few seconds of sweet gazes before he inserted three fingers inside your pussy again while his other hand pulls the plug in and out.

“Oh my fuck… Yoongi. I’m gonna..” You came undone as he increased his speed from fucking you after he sees you writhing in reaching your high. You felt washed over with pleasure, vision hazy and ears ringing.

Yoongi still continued to thrust his fingers and the plug as you slowly finish. A sounding pop came from his fingers pulling out of you. He puts his fingers in his mouth, savoring your sweet taste of ecstasy. He curses, eyes closed, as he relishes the familiar taste.

The plug still within your puckered ass, you crawled back to the couch as you try to chase your breathing. Yoongi proceeds to walk back to the bag you left just near the door and when he came back to you, he pulled out a blindfold and a huge 8 inch pink dildo from your bag and placing it on the table in front of you. Yoongi, now fully naked, stood tall as he beckons you to remove all your clothes. “Stand up and sit down on my cock.”

Yoongi grins as he sees you eagerly standing up and waits for him to sit down. As soon as he sat down, he pats his thigh to gesture you to finally have what you’ve been eagerly waiting for. You turn around and before you sat down, you try to pull out the plug. Yoongi sees this and smacks your ass, granting a whimper from you. “I thought I told you not to do anything unless you’re told to. Keep it in!”

He groans like a beast from behind you as he placed both his hand on your waist. He pulls you down and lets his cock claim your pussy not a moment long. You whimper at the violent stretch and even more so when Yoongi started furiously humping his hips off the couch to fuck you harder. You noodle out sensual and erotic moans as you place your hands behind you and on Yoongi’s chest. “You’re so fucking tight.” He squeezed your waist so hard that the ache lingered when his hands left your skin. “You’re milking me. I won’t last if you’re this tight.” He lets out a guttural groan while he inch closer to your body. He marks you intensely on the crook of your neck. His hands wandered in front of you and tightly squeezed your breasts.

It feels so nice and naughty as you submit to the bliss of your love making. The pain from his rough hands is so gentle yet very shameless as well. He felt like a lion starving for his prey, you, who is presented on a silver platter. Every thrust of his cock feels primal. This reversal of roles is new to both of you but you find yourself finely adjusting.

“Do you want me to fill your ass with my hot…and sticky cum?” He sensually whispers into your ears. You quickly turn intoxicated with his erotic voice, scorching hot inside your chest and seeping wet from your pussy at the thought of him equally fucking your hard from your ass.

“Yes, sir. I would love that.” You turn your face to the side, surprising him with a slow and succulent lick across his lips. You felt like a drug to Yoongi, being this submissive to his every whim and drunk on sex. Something good actually came out from having to part with you for three weeks.

He pushes you off and eyes the anal plug still attached to you. He did not expect you to suddenly shake and cum again after he pulled out the plug. You dropped down with legs buckling, but he caught you in time just before you hit the floor. “Are you okay? Is it too much?” He lets you support yourself, bending forward and hands on the table. He bent down with his chest on your back, cock still erect touching your pussy. You chase your breathing and took your time before you answered him.

“I’m okay baby. Just getting used to this new you.” You giggled as you kiss his cheeks. “I promise to use our safe word if it’s too much.” He laughs as he felt you wiggle your butt on his cock.

“Always hungry for me, kitten?” he lets his hands comb through your hair before pulling it all back. You straighten your back, presenting your ass to him. He holds his cock in his hand, aligning it with your tight puckered muscle. “Put the blindfold and get the dildo, sweet kitten.” He lets go of your hair and allows you to bend forward to get the items he asked. You strap the blindfold on and blindly let your hand wander on the table to get the dildo.

As you were about to stand up back to him, you sense a slow shapely pressure on your ass as Yoongi tries to enter you. The unfamiliar and new stretch had you delirious from the pain and pleasure. You both find yourself breath taken as you wander through uncharted waters. Your tightness from behind is nothing compared to your pussy. If you had known how intense and sweet this was, you would have said yes to Yoongi to try this months ago. Yoongi hesitates to push his entire length on you, still taking his sweet time to let you adjust. However, you're patience is nearing its limit with Yoongi’s pace.

You push yourself back on him towards the couch, letting the both of you crash down. You scream at the intense sudden pain of having his cock rapidly filling you up when you fell on his lap. You lean your head back on his shoulder as he allow your scream to die down.

“How many times have I told you to obey me?” He squeezes your cheek, stealing the dildo from your hands. “I’m in charge here, not you kitten.” Yoongi smacking the dildo on your clit has your squirming and closing your legs. You can’t see anything and every sense you have seems to have heightened. “Remember who’s in charge or else, you’ll be punished.”

He gathers the dildo on the entrance of your pussy, lathering your juices around. “Punish me, baby. I’ve been a very impatient and disobedient girl.” You’ve now adjusted well to his cock. Yoongi saw you grind yourself on him, whining for more.

You hear him deeply chuckle then the dildo swiftly entered you until you felt it hit your womb. You try to suppress your voice and Yoongi felt this so he hooked his two fingers in your mouth, playing with your tongue to allow you to let your moans out. The merciless plunge of his cock in your ass and the unrelenting force of the dildo overwhelmed you. It was insane being fucked full by your boyfriend. You were submitting but you never felt this strong and satisfied when you were the one taking charge. The pain, the pleasure and the raw savageness of helplessness made you feel alive.

You respond to his each thrust with untamed moans, hands wandering on his body. You felt completely exposed and unguarded. “Tell me, kitten…” you continue to yield and moan for him when he whispered erotically in your ear. “Are you imagining somebody else’s cock inside your pussy filling you right now instead of the dildo?”

Your moans disappeared as you try to comprehend your boyfriend’s question. However, he continues to thrust in your ass and pussy, making your mind a mush. “I…”

“I think you have someone in mind and it’s not me, kitten.” His erect cock delved deep inside your ass, frozen from thrusting inside you. Although, he continues to push the dildo in and out with a force so savage, you can feel it bruising the entrance of your womb. “I’ve seen how you look at him. Do you wish that his cock should be the one fucking your pussy full right now?”

He gripped your chin with his other hand as you felt words stuck in your throat. You felt your chest tighten at the sudden confrontation. You don’t know if Yoongi is angry and punishing you right now because you can’t see him. He wouldn’t shame you like this normally so you don’t know if this is just the dirty talk or his true feelings. “Sir, I don’t…” you get caught up in your words as your blindfold is starting to get moist from your impending tears.

“I’m not angry kitten. I just want to hear what you truly feel. Whose cock, aside from mine, should be fucking you right now?”

It took you a while to get the knot out of your chest but you did. “I want Hoseok’s! Hoseok’s cock should be fucking me hard right now in the pussy while you destroy my ass!” You screamed. Yoongi slows the pace of the dildo in your pussy and pulls it out. You slumped on him, hungry for a reaction from your boyfriend. The blindfold is not helping the turmoil inside your chest. You want to face him and look straight at him to understand what kind of face he might be making right now.

“Good kitten.” He groaned from behind as he take the blindfold off you. You pry open your eyes, adjusting to the light. A naked figure stood in front of you as you rub your eyes to register the sight. Hoseok was standing tall in front of you and Yoongi, naked in all his glory and stroking his cock.

You jump slightly in your place but Yoongi pushes you back down, granting a sensual quiet moan from you since his cock is still deep in your ass. “Hoseok?!?....Why is he here?”

“This is your reward, little girl.” He continues to stroke his cock in front of you, smugly smirking to look at your boyfriend.

“It’s okay, kitten. I know you want this too.” Yoongi placed his chin on your shoulder as you’re still staring at Hoseok’s face. You turn to your boyfriend and you both stare at each other for a few seconds. You try to read his eyes, unsure if you’re really allowed to finally act on your feelings

“I don’t want to do this if you don’t, baby…” He sensed your panic so he cupped your cheeks to kiss you. A slow and sweet exchange of your lips made you understand that he really is letting you go ahead. He parts with your lips and sweetly gazed at you.

“I want this as well. Go ahead.” Yoongi nods his head to Hoseok, prompting you to allow yourself to submit to both of them. “This is okay. Take care of our girl, Hoseok. I trust you both.” You face Hoseok, who’s still furiously pumping himself to you. With the permission of his older roommate, Hoseok now shamelessly takes in your naked figure as he licks his lips.

He’s been wanting this for so long as well. He developed feelings for Yoongi first, when they became roommates. He’s been so good at hiding it not until Yoongi introduced you to him. At first, he was jealous and irritated whenever you would visit and stay at their apartment. The longer you spent time with Hoseok, he also found himself loving you. Hearing you come undone and screaming with Yoongi every night with just a wall separating him from the two of you was brutal. He loved you both, wanting to touch you and Yoongi as well. He was determined to keep it all a secret up until when Yoongi confronted him.

Yoongi suspected Hoseok has feelings for you with how he acted every time you were with the two of them. Of course, he felt something from you as well. Being quiet and reserved meant that he was very good at reading everybody else’s expressions and feelings. He was proven right when Hoseok confessed with his feelings towards you when he tried to confront him. He was taken by surprise though when Hoseok confessed to loving him as well. He didn’t expect it but also didn’t dislike it. Maybe something in him also feels something for his younger roommate. They did talk it out and came to a conclusion to talk to you about it. Yoongi was the one who initiated the surprise threesome. Hoseok wasn’t on board with it at first but now that you’re here, he’ll accept everything even if you reject him.

You let your lust and feelings take over you. You wait for either of them to command you. Hoseok sees your eyes change from reluctant to now willing to submit to him. He takes it as your acceptance of him. He groans as he walks closer to you, cock in your face. His cock smelled amazing. You take in the unfamiliar yet enticing smell as you sniff his shaft, granting a groan from the two males at the sight of you.

“Suck me now, little girl.” You opened your mouth to invite him in. Hoseok leans his head back as euphoria hits him from the satisfaction of having your warm and wet mouth capture his cock. His cock was different from Yoongi. He’s not as girthy as your boyfriend but the length is amazing. Your mouth is already full but there’s still enough left for your hand to play with. “Fuck, I can’t handle this. You feel amazing.” Hoseok wraps his hands on your hair as he started to furiously rock deep inside your mouth. You could feel him reach your throat. Your moans, now muffled by the huge cock occupying your mouth. Hoseok could come apart right there at the sight of your throat bulging from his cock and from the vibrations of your throat as you try to moan loudly, when Yoongi started tapping Hoseok’s hand away from your head.

“I said take care of her, not kill her.” Hoseok loses his hold on your head when he heard Yoongi as he pulled out of your mouth. You gagged and coughed but you swat your hands at them.

“Yoongi, I’m fine. I actually like it.” You swipe the drool off your lips and turned to face your boyfriend. “I’m not using my safe word, am I? So get on with it and fuck my ass full!” Yoongi and Hoseok, surprised at your outcry and commanding tone, just went quiet.

“I didn’t hear you calling him Sir, did I?” Hoseok grabbed your chin and lightly slapped you. “Did he allow you to take over? No! You’re our slut tonight so just obey us.” You were taken aback at Hoseok’s change in demeanor. You were a dom to Yoongi, but Hoseok felt different. You shiver in your place, unfamiliar with the feeling of fear from disobeying the sultry man in front of you. With Yoongi, you were willing to act as a sub tonight but it felt like you were really a sub to Hoseok.

All you do was agree as he slaps you once more in the cheek. It was not painful as you imagined. You know Hoseok still cared for you and wouldn’t really hurt you so you find yourself relaxing under Yoongi, waiting patiently for Hoseok to now command the two of you under him. “Fuck her hard, Yoongi, so that she knows her place. I’ll make sure to fill her pussy to the brim.” He licks his lips as both you and Yoongi stare at the dominant male.

Yoongi started to lunge his hips towards you, bouncing you on his lap. You scream at the pleasant sensation of being fucked in the ass. You see Hoseok smirking as he lines his cock at your pussy. Slowly, you felt him open up your walls as he continue to plunge his erect and long member. Hoseok gently bites and licks your shoulder as he tries his best not to come apart from the wonders of your pussy. It was heavenly. Filthy moans, your bodies tangled with each other, and sloppy sounds from their cocks entering you filled the room. You three were drunk from the pleasure, frenzy mushing your heads making you groggy.

You wrapped your hands around Hoseok’s back, pulling him towards you. Hoseok, surprised at the sudden proximity of his face with Yoongi, avoids eyes contact as he continue to fuck your pussy hard. Yoongi chuckled at the sight of his younger roommate getting shy despite being so commanding with you and him a while ago. He placed a peck on Hoseok’s forehead. Hoseok turned to Yoongi, now cheeks burning caused by the sweet kiss. They stared at each other, Yoongi sweetly smiling at him and Hoseok smiling at the feeling of being accepted by Yoongi as well.

You pull Hoseok’s face to yours, breaking their small moment. “I want to be filled, sir.” You gaze at him with eyes hooded. Hoseok realized that you’ve gone far off now and all he wants is to satisfy you.

“Little girl deserves her reward.” He looked at Yoongi and soon after, both of them pounded into you furiously. Overwhelming sensation from being full from both holes, Hoseok painfully fucking your pussy up up to the entrance of your womb, and Yoongi fully stretching your ass out. You scream as you let yourself in your bliss. You exploded from the ecstasy brought on by the two men you truly care and love. Yoongi and Hoseok moaned and squeezed their hands on you as they felt you squeeze down on them, milking them to reach their own orgasm.

You twist, still glued to them, as you felt their warm liquid fill you up from the front and behind. The three of you, panting, as all of you let your orgasm finish. Still twined with each other, you hugged Hoseok tightly before he parts from you.

“Are you okay? You came three times, you must be exhausted. I’ll prepare a bath for the both of you.” Hoseok quickly ran back to the bathroom, disappearing from the living room.

Yoongi lifts you up to stand, pulling his cock out your ass. He lets out another groan as he sees you leaking with both of their cum. You truly look filthy right now, but his heart won’t stop pounding in his chest as he take in your beautiful face. He swipes the leaking cum off your thigh and he pulls you back on the couch. He places his fingers coated with cum in your mouth. You willingly suck it clean, tasting the mixture of Yoongi and Hoseok on you. He examines you as you breathe deeply, trying to relax post-coitus.

“Wow. Baby. If I had known how fun it is to see you take charge, I would have let you do it occasionally. Also, that was awesome.” You hug Yoongi as you place your legs across his thighs.

“Are you okay? It was not too much, was it?” Yoongi wipes the sweat off your forehead.

“I’m fine, baby.” You placed your lips on him, intimately. You want him to feel your happiness and ultimately, your intense love for him. “So what does this mean? With Hoseok?”

“I know you love him and he does too. I’ve been suspecting it for a while now. I just waited for either of you to talk to me.” Yoongi tucks in your hair behind your ear.

“But I love you more. You’re the one I want the most.” You quickly rebut him, careful as not to hurt him with any of your words.

“I know, kitten. Trust me, I do love you both too and it makes me happy seeing the two of you together too.”

“But he’s your friend...”

“I love him too, if that’s what you’re worried about.” Hoseok suddenly appeared in the room. “I won’t force myself between the two of you. I’ll go wherever you want me to stay in this relationship. I’m happy with just the two of you knowing how I feel.” He stands straight at the edge of the living room, hesitant to walk further and respecting the current situation.

You turn to Yoongi and silently stared at each other. You quickly understood what this meant. Your heart felt huge and swollen at the amount of love you’re now receiving. You’re loved by Yoongi and Hoseok.

“Come here, Hobi.” You gesture him to come closer and he did, smiling enthusiastically as he knew that the both of you are now accepting him and willing to share each other.

“I love you both!” Hoseok crashed down on both of you, granting a loud giggle from you while Yoongi smiled silently.

No reward can ever top this one. Surely, the night is still young.

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"Skeppy will probably cry" "Bad will probably cry". Bish, screw, that I am crying!!!

This whole thing was bloody gorgeous and I wasn't expecting that ending. I had no clue what ending to expect but that was definitely better than any I could have hoped for. Forest spirit to soulmate your honour!

I was terrified that you were gonna leave it at the point where he loses the spirit and becomes mortal again. If you had I would be actively sobbing!!!! And oh my god, the art!!! I still can't get over how wonderful your style is.

Imma ask fun things because if I don't I'll sit in a puddle of emotion all night:

What's the first tech thing Bad will buy and how annoying will he be about it? Poor Skeppy trying to answer 101 questions about something he doesn't really use XD.

Is no one concerned that the odd couple from a town they never name has a pet wolf??

Do they immediately go over to a different town or do they wander for a while. Find hidden creeks and befriend bears?

Does Bad still have a connection to nature and animals, like are creatures naturally more trusting of him?

Do they ever visit the og town again?

Does Skeppy still cause absolute chaos in other towns or has he learnt his lesson and only causes minor trouble now?

Does Bad ever try and study again? If he did what would he study and would Skeppy try to study as well?

Does Skeppy steal? I dunno, he just give off the vibe of a naughty lil trickster who'll pocket something if the owner refuses to sell it him.

Immediately after leaving the forest what the first 'argument' they have (not including the car one)?

Would they ever ride horse? If yes, how terrified would Skeppy be?

Skeppy falls outta tree. I don't know why but my mind keeps telling me that this man has great balance until he climbs trees. They are his mortal enemy and Bad finds this both hilarious and terrifying because he is going to hurt himself.

I had waaaaay more questions than I intended to have. My bad '^_^ but this story was way too much fun to read and you are entirely to blame for making it so engaging!

Make sure to take care of yourself and do stretches after and during drawing. You don't wanna hurt yourself <3

AaaaI’m so glad you liked it! :D And, dang, man, I cried while writing that part too :D

And I promised a nice ending for the main story, I did, and this one also makes the most sense narratively! For the story I wanted to tell, at least. Bad can’t really become human again, he’s changed to much. He can only move on, and do something with what he is, and has. And he did! :D That’s really nice and inspiring, this story will always have a place in my heart, heheh <3

Being a guardian spirit connected to a person and all, Bad may be not as strong as before, but he can’t die unless Skeppy dies first. And Skeppy can do that, but he’s pretty sturdy, and his lifespan operates on a whole other scale than human ones. And Bad knowing Skeppy’s real name balances it all out, makes them equal in the power and influence they have over each other.

So hellyeah, soulmates for the win :DDD

I’ll answer all questions under the cut, and this close up from one of the pages!

1) What's the first tech thing Bad will buy and how annoying will he be about it?

Probably a pager! Because it’s a more feasible thing to get than a wholeass computer Bad actually wanted :D An it means Skeppy will have to get one too, and that Bad will be having the time of his life texting him and everyone he can get a number from, even if they’re still in the room with him.

Poor Skeppy indeed, he can learn to appreciate the pagers, and later phones, too, and computers, but he really has 0 idea on how it all works and why Bad is so fascinated by it all.

2) Rat and regular people

Oh, she can shapeshift, just like Bad! If they’re out with people around, she takes form of a puppy, and Bad can pass her off as a weird mix breed rescue doggo.

3) Do they immediately go over to a different town or do they wander for a while?

Oh, since they have no end destination in mind, they can ride around for a bit, go visit some cool places and roadside attractions. Sadly, Skeppy is probably not spiritually or morally ready to full on befriend wild bears yet, and they do need money for gas and snacks. So, at some point they will have to stop somewhere and find work – at least for a bit, to save up. Life’s gonna be a bit complicated with all that, until Skeppy figures out his treasure-finding abilities :DD

4) Bad and nature and animals

He is definitely still in tune with all wildlife! Even more – Bad could become a proper guardian spirit for Skeppy in part because, in a way, Skeppy himself is part of the nature.

So yeah, Bad can understand animals (and plants) and communicate with them; they’re just more free to not take his shit, and Bad’s emotions do not “possess” them unless he makes an effort to do so.

He doesn’t like doing it, tho.

5) Do they ever visit the og town again?

Hm, I think they will completely forget about it for a while, until, like, 30+ years later they will be going somewhere, and find themselves around those parts. And they try to not appear too often in the areas they’ve spent a lot of time in already (they can be pretty recognizable, and also barely show signs of aging). But it’s been a long time, and the town’s really different now… So they make a stop, and spend a day there. They walk the unfamiliar streets between the new buildings, check out the popular hiking trail, the advertisements for hot springs and winter activities. The old cinema is still there, and is hosting an all-night marathon of classic horror movies of the last century.

Bad and Skeppy leave the town after sunset – the day was nice, but they have nothing more to do there. They ride through the forest on a well paved road, with radio playing something barely above the whisper. And in the dark of hot summer night, Bad can see the white stag running between the trees alongside their car. Shadows dance over the shimmering light of it’s fur.

Somewhere after the towns border, the stag disappears back in the forest. But the air in the car stays light and fresh, saving the smell of old pines and dry leaves all though the night.

6) Skeppy and chaos

Well, after the whole mess in the main story, Skeppy definitely learned some lessons, especially about not being a dick :D

But the thing is – he can’t really help the fact that things tend to stir up around him a lot. He naturally brings in chaos into everything, because he is, in part, a personification, or an outlet for it in the world. And so, to feel, well and good, and himself Skeppy gotta do stuff that disrupts balance, and creates some mayhem. And in gave him a lot of trouble in early life, but in the course of the main story he learned that he can chose were he lets that chaos to take hold, learned what can come of that chaos, apart from utter misery.

Like, where it can help dismantle something destructive, and where – bring in the more positive change, that was already brewing, possible, but is stagnant for some reason.

Soooo, I can’t say Skeppy causes only minor chaos in his life, but he sure learns even more about not being a dick :DDDD

7) The studying

I think Bad will want to get a higher education at some point, because he wanted to, and because it’s already new millennia and all that. Bet he’ll go for something very technical and/or literature. Maybe he’ll start by piking up some classes in small time colleges, when they stop in one place for a while, and later get into an online program, because why not.

Skeppy is not a college guy at all. He’ll listen to Bad talk about it, read textbooks if he wants to, can research stuff, buuut going to classes and doing homework is definitely not his thing.

8) Stealing

Well, you’re right, Skeppy can and will steal stuff out of spite! And will be scolded by Bad for it, and will not feel (that) sorry about it. But real stealer between them will be Bad himself :D

It’s just… he has the corvid tendencies, and a hoard (a box) of sentimental mementos from different people and events, and the thrill of stealing something small and harmless is very exciting. Bad is very proud of his little collection. Skeppy finds it very adorable, a bit hypocritical, and kinda creepy. Like, that pretty box he gifted Bad at some point is now full of stuff like:

- pressed flower from the clearing they had a picnic at on their anniversary

- the button the waitress lost that one day the storm caused a black out in the whole town

- some small animal bones

- couple pretty rocks Bad stole from Skeppy’s pockets

- penny that was once glued to the ground

- a handful of teeth people (and not people) lost in fights with Bad

- pen from some fancy hotel

- rainbow dash keychain that belonged to a child

- the list goes on

9) Argument

Oh, that same day they’ll fight over whether they should stay at the really crappy and suspicious looking motel, or go sleep in a perfectly fine forest near the road. Ironically, Bad wanted to try out the motel (because, yay, first time spending the night back in civilization), and Skeppy was the one insisting on sleeping in nature (because the motel looks like it could give you 10 diseases if you even stand near it, and sleeping in the forest is kind of nice, and means they can cuddle).

10) Horses

The guys will probably ride them at some point. Well, Bad will ride, and Skeppy will sit on his horse and hope it knows what to do and where to go, because trying to make this giant thing do something seems dangerous. If they’ll have to actually go somewhere fast, Skeppy will not survive that day, his butt (and legs) will be dead for days to come.

And riding with Bad on one horse may sound romantic and nice, but all romance dies when the gallop starts.

11) Skeppy and climbing

Skeppy is more down to earth kind of guy, more of a “rocks and caves” kind of creature, real-life lizard person or something. Up on the trees and in the air – not really his element, yeah. But it doesn’t mean that Skeppy will accept this fact easy. The embarrassment of never managing to safely make it down a tree is too strong, he just has to do it all over again, and again. And again. Because, clearly, he was distracted this time. And the time before that Bad was teasing him, and it “disrupted his flow”. And, really, maybe these trees here just do not like Skeppy much, and make him slip a lot. Yeah.

So, more often than not, if Skeppy climbs a tree, he will not stop climbing it until he falls, or the tree ends. Bad had to take him off high branches couple times, forcefully, because, of course, Skeppy was sitting there for 2 hours just to properly enjoy the sunset. He can climb down at any point, he just Choses not to. The view is amazing. The bark is literally part of his skin now, not because he holds on tight, no, he’s just Than Much one with the nature )<

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Don’t apologize for the questions! It’s always so fun to answer them, and it makes me think more about stuff I may have skipped, or didn’t think about before. It’s really nice :3c

Again, thank you for the ask, and for being here for this story! <3

(And I’ll try setting timers for rest breaks while I draw, mb that will help)

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just-dreaming-marvel · 3 years

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Love and Medicine ~ 12

MASTERLIST

< previous chapter

Word Count: 2,815ish

Summary: You are still trying to cope with the fact that Steve’s married. (Read note at the end of the chapter.)

I do not own Grey’s Anatomy or Marvel.

You and Natasha eventually found your way back to your house and into your bedroom’s adjoining bathroom. Natasha was in the bathtub as you laid on the floor.

“It's not us. It's them,” you said. “Them and their stupid boy penises. They didn't tell me they had a wife. They gave absolutely no warning that they were going to break up with you.”

“It's not that Banner broke up with me,” Natasha began. “It's how he broke up with me. Like it was business. Like it was a business transition like he's the boss of me!”

“He is the boss of you.”

“And what's worse is that I care.”

"I'm gonna throw up again.” You moved so that you were leaned over the toilet bowl. "No. Wait. False alarm.”

“Look, the problem is estrogen.”

“No, the problem is tequila.”

“I used to be all business, and then he goes and gets me pregnant.”

“With the stupid boy penis.”

“Now, I'm having hormone surges. He ruined me. I'm ruined. He turned me into this fat, stupid, pregnant girl. Who cares! Estrogen!”

Having heard the commotion from your bathroom, Val, Scott, and Clint found themselves standing in the doorway.

“Penises,” you stated. “Penises Val.”

“Estrogen, Scott. Estrogen,” Nat added.

“Okay…” Scott said, looking around. “What did I miss?”

“I came home to full on vomit drama,” Val explained. “Apparently she dumped Derek and her—“ Val pointed Nat’s way. “She’s been sleeping with Banner!”

“What?”

“So you really broke up with Rogers?” Clint asked.

“I feel empty,” you responded.

“Two hours of vomiting will do that to you,” Val said with a shrug.

“You’re lucky,” Nat added. “I feel pissed off.”

~~~

Arriving in the parking garage, you could clearly see Steve waiting for you. Getting out of your car, you slammed the door as he came closer.

“Stop,” you growled at him.

“What?” Steve questioned, pretending to be all innocent.

“You're stalking me. Stop it.” You continued into the building with Steve following you.

“Did we not communicate last night?”

“Yes.”

“Did you hear what I was saying?”

“Your wife screwed your best friend.”

“And then from that point on she no longer existed to me anymore.”

“You had marital amnesia?”

“No.” Steve reached out and grabbed your arm, successfully stopping you. “Come on I bared my soul to you last night.”

“It's not enough.”

“How can that be not enough?”

“When you waited 2 months to tell me and I had to find out by her showing up, all leggy and fabulous and telling me herself, you pulled the plug. I'm a sink with an open drain. Anything that you say runs right out. There is no enough.” You pulled away hurrying inside with your friends after you.

“She probably could've picked a better metaphor,” Clint commented.

“Give her a break,” Scott said. “She’s got a hangover.”

With a huff, Steve followed. Tony, who was also coming in, quickly caught up to him.

“Dr. Rogers!” He called.

“Dr. Stark,” Steve replied.

“We have an organ donor coming in this afternoon. We're doing a harvest.”

“Commendable, but—“

“In OR one at four.”

“I’m in OR one at four.”

“Your surgery is non-critical.”

“You can’t bump me!”

“As Chief, I can. You’ll be first up tomorrow.”

“Interim Chief. Bump somebody else!”

“You’re in the OR we need.”

“Why can’t the harvest be done somewhere else?”

“Cause the donor’s coming in from a small facility. We have the location, the airport nearby and the staff. Your surgery is rescheduled.” Then Tony turned, heading away.

“I’m not done talking about this, Stark!”

“Well, I am! See ya around Rogers!”

~~~

Rounds weren’t too bad, especially because you successfully ignored both Peggy and Steve. It even became slightly better when Gamora called you in for a bowel obstruction. Except the guy wouldn’t tell you what he ingested.

“You know, Mr. Sanders, it would be easier if you just told us what you ingested,” you pried, taking him to radiology. “We’ll know anyone, once we see the films.”

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” Mr. Sanders responded.

“Mr. Sanders, whatever you’ve ingested could kill you. Are you sure you don’t just want to tell me?”

“It might offend you.”

“It might? Is it drugs?”

“No.”

“Mr. Sanders.”

“It’s not drugs, I promise.”

“Well, good, I’m glad.”

“I… Nope, not going to tell you.”

“Fine by me. We just reached radiology, so I’m going to find out anyway.”

It wasn’t long before Mr. Sanders was back in his room and the radiologist had found you with the scans.

“It’s drugs,” the radiologist stated handing the scans over to you. “Looks like at least 13 small balloons in the bowel. My guess, cocaine.”

“Hmm,” you hummed, holding up the scans up to the light.

They didn’t totally look like balloons, so you weren’t completely convinced. Before you made any judgement calls, you found Gamora.

“It’s drugs,” you told her, handing her the scans.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid,” she muttered, placing the scans onto a screen. “One burst and he’s dead in minutes. Okay, what do we do?”

“Run his bowel.”

“And what does that mean?”

“Running the bowel entails removing all 36 feet of the intestine from the body cavity, hand searching for the balloons and then cutting them out.”

“Good. Book an OR and get two other interns on board, need all the hands we can get.”

“Dr. Gamora,” Y/N called as Gamora tired to leave.

“Yes?”

“Are you sure they’re balloons?”

“You have reason to believe they’re not?”

“Well, the more I look the more I realize that this one,” you pointed to the scans, “has a face.” Gamora looked closer. “And this one… they all do.”

“I’ll be damned. They’re Barbies. He swallowed 13 Barbie doll heads.”

~~~

“Barbie heads?” Scott repeated after you told him, Natasha, and Peter what happened.

“Yeah,” you responded. “And Gamora wants two of you to join us in surgery.”

“I’m already booked.”

“I can do it,” Natasha said.

“Me too,” Peter said.

“My foster mothers used to buy me Barbie dolls. All sorts of them.”

“I also wanted one,” you added. “My parents never let me.”

“I dissected them. Cut off their arms, shaved their heads.”

“You’re a little scary,” Scott stated. “You know that?”

“I try.”

“Sounds like there’s a sick and twisted story behind this,” Peter said.

“No, they’re sexist, distorted devil toys that create unrealistic expectations carrying to the porn driven minds of men,” Natasha expressed.

“You swallow a bitter pill this morning, Romanoff?” Gamora questioned, coming up to you interns. “They’re just dolls. Quill, call for a psych consult. Then see if he has family.”

“Should I still book the OR?” You wondered.

“Blocked bowels become necrotic bowels. Check with Dr. Stark, see if we can bump someone. Those Barbies gotta come out today.”

~~~

Gamora had given Clint the impossible assignment to revive a patient. And, unfortunately for him, he was stuck with Laura.

“Any family members waiting?” He asked as he stapled up the man’s chest.

“Still trying to reach them,” Laura responded.

“Good. Well, I mean, not good that we haven’t reached anyone. Good that I don’t have to, uh…”

“It’s always hard.”

“Yeah.”

“I’m sorry about Peter.”

“It’s fine. It’s good. No need to talk about it.”

“You do understand that I had sex with him before you, not during, right? Because when you and I were together—“

“I understand.”

“I just wanted to clear the air.”

“Oh, it’s clear. Perfectly clear… okay.”

“Okay.”

“And about the syphilis—“

“We really on’t have to talk about it.”

“Which is, I mean, I didn’t know I had it. I definitely should have, I’m a nurse. Like, there was a sore and I was all itchy.”

“Okay!” He backed away almost knocked the tray beside him over. “You know I, uh, got it. You know things happen.” He moved to the door, away from Laura.

“They really do. Things you wish you could change.”

Clint’s pager rang and he looked down. “It’s the Chief, I gotta take this.”

“Sure… Clint.”

“Yes?”

“You have to call it.”

“Call it?”

“Him.”

“Oh, yeah.” He looked at his watch. “Time of death 1:37.” He turned to leave again.

“And, Clint,” he paused, not turning around this time, “if we could, I wouldn’t mind trying again.”

“Maybe… some day…”

~~~

Tony was walking down the hall with Maria, going over the donor surgery.

“When is the donor getting here?” He asked.

“Should be here at 3. Harvest team’s not heir way in.”

“I also need to touch base with the transplant center about a patient here getting his son’s liver.”

You walked up. “Dr. Stark,” you called. “Dr. Gamora needs an OR and they’re all booked.”

“For?”

“An emergent bowel obstruction.” She handed him the scans.

“Drugs?”

“Barbie heads. 13 of them.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes.”

Maria looked at the films. “I can see their little faces,” she commented. “That patient must have serious issues.”

“Hill, can your hernia in 1 be bumped?” Tony asked.

“Most likely.”

“Do it.”

“On it.” Maria left.

“Thank you, Dr. Stark,” you said, moving to go.

Tony grabbed your wrist and stopped you. “Y/N, are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“Don’t lie.”

“I’m not. I’m really fine.” And you pulled away.

~~~

You, Gamora, and a doctor from psych were currently discussing the psych evaluation on Mr. Sanders.

“He’s not talking. It could be pica,” the psych doctor stated. “Doubtful for a man his age. Maybe an oedipal complex or an idolization of the doll as his partners. Or it could be that he simply enjoys it.”

“Now I've seen a lot of strange things in strange places but how does he enjoy this?” Gamora questioned.

“He’d enjoy it when they came out.”

“I didn’t need to hear that.”

“Dr. L/N,” Peggy called as she walked back. “May I speak with you for a moment?” You looked at Gamora for help.

“Don’t look at me. I’m not gonna help you.”

With a sigh, you went to Peggy and the two of you began walking away.

“I assume he told you why he left me,” she said.

Annoyed, you stopped in front of her. “Look, Dr. Rogers, will all do respect, this has nothing to do with me,” you said.

“Really? So you didn’t take him back. Good girl.”

“And int he future, I’d appreciate it if we could keep our relationship strictly professional.” You walked away.

“Y/N!” You stopped and turned back slightly to give Peggy your attention. “Sometimes people do desperate things to get someone’s attention.” You shook your head and started walking again. “There are two sides to every story!”

~~~

You, Peter, and Scott arrived at lunch first. The three of you picked a large table farthest away from the others.

“Look what I went out and got,” Peter said, putting a grocery bag on the table. Opening the bag, he revealed 13 headless Barbie dolls.

“Really, Quill?” You wondered.

“That’s gross,” Scott cringed.

“I think it’s funny,” Peter said, smiling, as he laid them out on the table.

“Of course you do,” you muttered.

“Oh! That is sick!” Clint commented as him, Natasha, and Val walked up.

“Who would do that?” Val asked. They looked to see Peter smiling.

“Oh, look!” Natasha said, picking up a doll. “See Barbie fly.” She throw it at Peter, who ducked.

“Hey, Clint,” Laura greeted, walking by.

“Hey,” he replied, sitting down at not looking at you. The interns all gave him a look. “What?”

“She was trying to make up with you, Clint,” you told him. “You should go eat with her.”

“No, I shouldn’t…. No.”

“She’s cute and she likes you,” Scott said.

“You shouldn’t let a little syph get in the way of that,” Val added.

“It’s not the syph,” Clint insisted.

“It’s so the syph,” Natasha said.

“It’s not the syph!”

“Then what is it?” Val asked. Clint didn’t answer, looking down. “Oh.”

“What?” You wondered. Clint simply shrugged. “What is it?”

“There’s this other girl,” Val responded.

“Val!” Clint exclaimed.

“Other girl?” Natasha questioned. “You have another girl?!”

“He hasn’t told her that he likes her yet,” Val said.

“Val!” Clint exclaimed again. “This isn’t high school.”

“Clint has a little crush.”

“I do not… It’s a thing, a very personal thing. One day I would like to build on this thing with this other girl—woman. She’s all woman.”

“What are you doing, Clint?” You asked, slightly harsh.

“I-I don’t—“

“With Laura. What are you doing with her?”

“Oh. Nothing.”

“You’re letting her think you’re emotionally available. You’re letting her think she has a chance. And there is nothing worse in the world than think you have a chance when you really don’t!”

“Y/N is right,” Natasha said. “Tell her that there’s someone else. And tell her why, Clint. I mean— I mean at least give her the chance to have some feelings about it!”

“Why are you both yelling at me?” Clint asked.

“Because of the estrogen Clint! Because of all the estrogen!”

~~~

“Was it an act of desperation?” You asked Mr. Sanders as you headed into his surgery.

“Not at all,” he replied.

“Something to attract attention?”

“No.”

“I’m just trying to understand here. Why 13 doll heads?”

“Well because 14 would’ve been too much.”

You cringed and helped the nurses get Mr. Sanders on the operating table before going to scrub. It was Gamora, you, Peter, Val, and Natasha in the surgery.

“I think it has something to do with his mother,” Val suggested. “Maybe she always wanted a girl and gave him Barbie dolls because of it.”

“Ah, ah, I’ve got another one,” Peter said, showing the head in the intestine.

“Uh!” You groaned.

“Doyen clamps to Romanoff,” Gamora ordered. “L/N, push the head up to the incision.” You began to squeeze the doll head up through the intestine.

“Maybe his mother looked like a Barbie doll and he’s into voodoo,” Peter suggested. “Instead of sticking pins in… well…”

Dr. Stark entered the OR. “You good here?” He asked Gamora, observing you though.

“Couple more heads to go,” Gamora responded.

“Then L/N stay here. All you other interns I need you on other cases.”

You met Tony’s eyes before he walked out of the OR.

~~~

Clint was put on a case with Steve. They were about to go separate ways so that Clint could run labs, when Steve stopped. He looked back at Clint.

“Is she okay?” Steve asked.

“Who?” Clint questioned. He looked up at Steve and knew. “Y/N? She’s… hanging in there.”

“Look out for her.”

“I will.”

Then Steve walked away. Before Clint could get really far, Laura found him.

“The family of the guy we worked on this morning is here,” she told him.

“Thanks for letting me know,” Clint responded.

“Clint, I just want an answers, so that I can get on with my life if I need to.”

“Look, maybe I’m not over the Peter thing yet or the syph thing… And I really want to be, but there’s also another girl. And, to me, it doesn’t matter there’s this other guy and frankly I wouldn’t care if she gave me the Ebola virus… I like you, Laura, I really do. Just… I—“

“You’re going to need some time.”

“Yeah.” He kissed her forehead. “Thank you for understanding.”

~~~

Steve was standing alone in the elevator when Peggy walked in, both dressed to leave.

“Just when the day was improving,” he murmured.

“You told Y/N what happened?” Peggy asked.

“I did. Why? What did you tell her?”

“That sometimes people do desperate things to attract attention.”

“What? Wow. That's your side of this? That I didn't pay you enough attention. Is that you were thinking when you got naked with my best friend?”

Peggy reached over and stopped the elevator. "No, by that point I wasn't thinking at all Steve. By that point I was just scratching an itch. We got successful you and me. We got busy and we got lazy. We didn't even bother to fight any more Steve. And Bucky was there and I missed you. And now I'm sorry.” Steve restarted the elevator. “I’m more sorry than you can possibly imagine. But at least I'm talking to you about it.” The doors opened and Steve walked out. “Steve.”

“I’m a sink with an open drain, honey.”

~~~

“Did you get them all?” Mr. Sanders asked. You were checking on him, post-surgery.

“Yes,” you replied. “It wasn’t easy or very pleasant. How do you feel?”

“Empty… I feel empty now.”

“Yeah. I've been feeling a little bit of that myself lately.”

“I can tell.”

“Mr. Sanders, why does eating doll heads fill you up? What’s the satisfaction?”

“Do you really want to know?”

“Would it be too much information?”

“Might.”

“Maybe I’m better left in the dark.”

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romewritingshop · 3 years

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I’m a Dad

Fandom: Choices, Open Heart, AU

Relationship: Dr. Ethan Ramsey X F!MC (Name: Alyssa Brooks)

Warnings: Fluff, slight angst, mentions of birth complications, Alan is okay no need to panic 😅, anxieties of fatherhood, slight injury (nothing gruesome).

Rating: 12+ Word Count Total: 3209

AN: This is a birthday commission for @tsrookie who wanted a fic of dad!Ethan. I hope this is what you wanted and enjoy. The song that inspired this was Michele Morrone’s Dad (Accoustic Version):

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2cDNO--sPgE

I wanted to portray the significance of Alan in Ethan and Alyssa’s lives. It was emotional writing this 🥺.

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A blissful silence settled in the room as Ethan tossed his house keys onto the kitchen countertop. Flicking the switches as the lights turned on in his house. A large suburban white painted house that he and Alyssa bought a few years ago. Ethan’s eyes wandered around the living room, taking in the quiet. Alyssa wasn’t home yet which gave Ethan the time to head to his study. Clambering up the stairs and going to the first door on his left, a spacious room with forest green walls. A metal case of shelves with wooden baskets filled with stationary, was diagonally placed in the corner to the door. Directly opposite the door was a mahogany table with a cushioned wheeled office chair.

To the left of the door, was a red and green small plastic table and bench. Crayons and pencils were scattered on the table and floor, there were sheets of coloured papers with indiscernible scribbles. The furrow in Ethan’s eyebrows relaxed as he slipped off his black cashmere jacket and hung it on a hook to the left of him. Crouching by the small kids table and glanced at the drawings, noting the curved shapes to be attempts at writing. Writing what exactly? He wasn’t too sure.

Nathan and Savannah were the smartest kids he knew. Why wouldn’t they be though, since their parents were the acclaimed doctors of Bloom Edenbrook’s diagnostics team. Ethan put their drawings in a woven basket which had a label of ‘kids’, he held onto all the crayons and pencils and placed them in their respective labelled pots. Placing the pots in their woven basket and placing their basket on top of the shelf unit. Alyssa probably didn’t have time to tidy up their mess because they were spending the afternoon and evening with Alyssa’s friends.

Maybe now was a good time to get started on his project as he pulled out a basket and took out a few sheets of thick matte paper and an envelope. Bringing them over to his desk and seating himself, opening a drawer in his desk. He took out a few ink pens and placed the pens next to his paper, his eyes darted to the wooden picture frame of Alyssa and their three kids: Allison, Nathan and Savannah. He still couldn’t believe that he was theirs, and they were his. It was only yesterday, when he and Alyssa were in the reception, treating for a thoracotomy and now they had a house and kids.

Ethan knew what he had to do as soon as he brought his pen to the paper, the words flew right through him as he wrote. The memories of his kids flooding his brain with a warm familiar glow.

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“Out of the way!”

Ethan rushed down the stairs, shoving past nurses and doctors before slamming the corridor door open to the maternity ward. Sienna was hot on his heels as he growled and grimaced at people, his eyes went to the pager as a message from Naveen popped up. ‘4cm dilated’. Ethan was close as he weaved through a never ending maze of Edenbrook’s corridors. In the distance he spotted Naveen, his dad Alan, and his daughter Allison were looking into the window of one of the maternity rooms.

“Ethan! There you are!”

“Daddy!”

His crinkled grumpy face relaxed at the sight of Allison. Five years old with a knack for mischief and a carbon copy of himself. She had his eyes and ears but Alyssa’s nose, lips and hair. Alan was taking care of Allison while Ethan and his wife were working, however, Alyssa’s contraction pains strengthened and her constant lavatory needs indicated that she needed to be checked in. Naveen came up to stand beside Ethan; who took Allison into his arms.

“Naveen, how is she?”

“Well the contractions are hurting and I have a feeling the babies are coming now. Dr. Delarosa is in there with her. Are you ready Ethan?”

Ethan gave a nod as he turned to Allison, a calm gentle smile reserved for her.

“Time to get your new siblings. You okay to wait here with Uncle Naveen and Grandpa?”

“Yeah! Uncle Naveen is buying me chocolate!”

Ethan quirked a brow at his mentor, who in return stuck with a confident grin before Ethan placed Allison down. Naveen clasped his hand around her tiny hand and led her to the staff break room, whilst listening to her ramblings about her new siblings. Ethan took a deep breath as Alan stepped up to rest his hand on his shoulder.

“I’m proud of you, son.”

Ethan smiled and was about to step into the room, when something held him still. His buried nerves leaked through his wall as memories of Dolores seeped to his front. Alyssa was pregnant with twins, that alone carried several complications in terms of the positioning of the babies, possible post partum haemorrhage. On top of that she was one week late, twins born post due date carry risks to the mother and the babies.

A flash of baby Ethan in the NICU drained the warmth from his face and he felt like he was drowning. He couldn’t breathe as he pressed a hand against the door ledge, bowing his head as Alan stood beside him. Alan could tell Ethan was panicking. His shoulders shook as Alan gently probed.

“Ethan?”

“What if something happens?”

“Boston’s famous doctor is worried about a twin birth? Ethan, you’ve done this before. You know what to do.”

“It’s different. Alyssa is in there. She’s the patient. What if I can’t make the right decision?”

“Ethan Jonah Ramsey. You are a diagnostician. A famous one at that. You look at the possibilities before you make your decision. You have it in you son. Plus she’s a fighter. She won’t back down. But she needs you. Be brave and if you can’t be brave, be brave for her. She needs your support.”

His father’s words felt like a warm wash of life as he inhaled the air, exhaling his anxieties and giving a steady nod. Ethan smiled at his father before pushing open the door to step into the room, stepping into action to help make Alyssa’s labour as easy as possible.

~~~~~~

“Daddy! When is Twilight Sparkle coming?”

“In a bit. If you finish your lunch, then she’ll come.”

“Daddy! Will she bring a lot of presents for us?”

“An average amount, Nathan.”

Ethan pinched the bridge of his nose as he watched over the several little kids munching on their mini pizza slices and tater tots. It was the twins’ birthday today and the two of them invited their whole class to celebrate, the sun was shining as the kids sat on picnic blankets. The Ramseys’ had a spacious garden which could hold for nearly twenty five kids and several adults. Bryce, Jackie and Elijah were keeping an eye on the kids as Ethan slipped away to the kitchen where Alyssa was sat on a breakfast stool with her foot in Sienna’s lap. Aurora was beside them as she carefully tapped a finger against the swollen skin near her ankle. Jenner paced on his paws with nervous energy as he whined at his mom, Alyssa.

“Alyssa has sprained her ankle … Ethan.”

The friends still had a difficult time addressing Ethan by his first name but he paid no heed to it as Alyssa tried to come off the stool, trying to brush off the pain.

“It’s nothing, I’m sure I’ll be fine as long as I don’t walk on it.”

Ethan sighed rather exasperatedly as he folded his arms at his wife. That motion alone made Alyssa meekly smile and remain in her seat. Aurora handed her a cool pack for Alyssa to use for her sprain. She knew that she needed to rest her ankle but the twins would be so upset.

“Fine. But how are we going to solve the entertainment issue?”

At that moment the front door opened and closed as Alan strode in with a confident excited gait. He had a white cardboard box in his hands as he hummed and placed the box on the table, unveiling it to reveal a My Little Pony cake with ‘Happy 4th Birthday! Nathan and Savannah’. Alan’s brows sagged at the sight of his daughter-in-law.

“What happened?”

“I … fell.”

Ethan resorted to pinching the bridge of his nose before explaining the story. The children were showing off dance moves and there was a little girl who was showing off her gymnastics ability. Alyssa thought she could show off her talent by demonstrating a cartwheel, unfortunately her cartwheel was aimed the wrong way and Alyssa landed awkwardly in a bush with her legs askew. Alan smiled at Alyssa as he realised that there was an issue of entertainment since Alyssa was planning to dress up as the kids’ favourite character, Twilight Sparkle.

“I guess that means Alyssa can’t be Twilight Sparkle.”

Sienna gave a nod and spoke up.

“Aurora, Jackie and I would do it but I don’t think there’s enough time for any of us to learn everything about My Little Pony. The kids are gonna see right through us.”

“It’s a conundrum.”

Everyone took a moment to think before Alan’s eyes twinkled with an idea.

“I have an idea. Sienna, start watching some My Little Pony, I’ll stall the kids. ‘Lyssa, where did you keep your guitar?”

Alyssa’s eyes twinkled as she informed Alan of the guitar, to which Aurora ran up to search for it. It seemed everyone knew what to do, everyone except for Ethan, who placed his hands on his hips, turning to his father.

“Would you mind clueing me into your plan?”

“A little singing will have the kids distracted while Aurora, Alyssa and Sienna get ready. The kids will love it!”

At that moment, Bryce popped his head through the glass garden doors, there’s a slight line of sweat near the crown of his neck as he nervously glances back.

“The kids are going rabid if Twilight Sparkle doesn’t come in the next five minutes.”

Aurora rushed back down and handed Alan a brown varnished acoustic guitar, a gift from Alyssa’s patient Remy. Alan hung the strap over his shoulder and strutted outside to where all the kids shrieked and yelled.

“Okay kids! Who’s gonna sing the My Little Pony theme song?”

Ethan went out and noticed all the kids sitting at their picnic blankets, bopping and singing while Alan strummed the tune of the My Little Pony theme song. Ethan and Rafael took the time to begin cleaning up the rubbish whilst Bryce, Elijah and Jackie kept an eye out for Sienna, Aurora and Alyssa. All the kids and the twins were enraptured, even Jenner was happily panting to the music. Alan was going through a list of songs going from the My Little Pony Theme Song, to the lime and coconut song and to the rhinestone cowboy.Not long after, Alan got a thumbs up from Bryce and Jackie to which Alan smiled and announced.

“Now children! There is someone who’d like to wish two special children a Happy Birthday!”

Nathan and Savannah jumped up with excited shrieks as Alan strummed the music of the theme song and out came Twilight Sparkle. It was Sienna donning a purple sparkly dress, wings protruding from the back and a dark wig flowing off her shoulders. Her unicorn headband was fixed into the wig and her purple make-up shone in the sun as Sienna skipped towards the kids, tossing bounds of glitter.

Aurora and Jackie were helping Alyssa settle on a deck chair as the twins hugged and cried at the fact that Twilight Sparkle had come to their party. Ethan and Alyssa sent a thankful smile as Alan returned their smile, everyone’s faces warming at the twin’s excitement.

~~~~~~

Ethan used the back of his hand to wipe off the sweat on his brow as he pushed the front door of his apartment open. Baby Allison happily chewed on her yellow teether while bouncing in the baby sling, strapped across Ethan’s chest. Alyssa was working at the hospital after spending four months at home and it was Ethan’s turn to stay home with Allison. He was glad he opted for a loose linen shirt and khaki trousers as the Boston heat was slowly racking up. Ethan had gone out to buy some ingredients for their dinner: stir fried tofu and broccoli.

Alyssa would need some good comfort food after going back to work and he knew that Chinese would delight her. He unclipped one arm strap, pressing a palm to hold up Allison before unclipping the other to carry his daughter to her high chair in the kitchen. Allison was teething so he handed her a teething ring to help Allison improve motor skills. His daughter smiled and babbled at the sight of her dad as Ethan pressed a kiss onto his daughter’s forehead.

Allison was a daddy’s girl since she would whine and cry with Alyssa, but when it came to Ethan, Allison babbled and laughed. Alyssa was sure that she would say ‘Dada’. Ethan grinned as Jenner padded into the kitchen, bringing himself up to stand on his hind legs beside Allison. The dog was protective and loving to Allison as she tried to swat at Jenner’s nose.

“Jenner, keep an eye on her.”

Jenner barked as Ethan began taking out utensils and the shopping to get started. Draining the water from the tofu and breaking up the broccoli into florets. Every so often, his eyes would wander to his little girl on the high chair. Ethan still couldn’t believe the fact that he was a father. A living breathing child was in his care, one he made with the woman he loved as his eyes glistened at the memories of her birth. Despite expecting for children to not be in the cards for him, life had a way of telling him that it was always the case.

As Ethan stared longingly at his daughter, Jenner could smell something faintly burning; turning his head to hear a loud crackle and pop. Jenner barked furiously which had Ethan snap out and realise the onions and garlic had burnt in the wok, the broccoli was charred beyond recognition as Ethan turned off the induction hob. The loud barks caused Allison to startle and little beads of tears streamed down her face.

His heart lurched as he immediately stalked to his daughter to take her in his arms and get her to settle down. It was the first time in a long time that Ethan burnt dinner as he exhaled at the time on his wrist watch. Alyssa would be home in an hour and it was too late to restart. He didn’t have enough ingredients and he couldn’t whip up something else in time for Alyssa to sink her teeth into.

At that moment his phone rang as Ethan reached into his pocket to rest the phone between his ear and shoulder, while bouncing a teary Allison in his lap.

“Ethan Ramsey.”

“Ethan.” The corner of Ethan’s lips curled upwards at the recognition of his father’s voice. “I’m just about ten minutes away from your home. Alyssa invited me to have dinner, do you need anything?”

Ethan glanced at the mess behind him, a low exhale left his lips.

“Can you please pick up some Chinese on your way here?”

It wasn’t long when Alan arrived with several bags of Chinese take out from Xing-Fu’s Restaurant. Ethan took the bags from Alan and set up the dining table while Alan took the time to talk and play with his granddaughter, Jenner wagged his tail rapidly as he watched Alan and Allison. Not long after the kitchen was clear and the dinner table was set, Alyssa had entered the apartment with a smile on her face.

She took a moment to freshen up before joining the Ramseys at the dinner table. Her eyes sparkled at the array of side dishes as she pecked Ethan’s cheek before digging rather ravenously into the food. All the tension from the day melted under the spicy heat of duck and the softness of lotus buns. Ethan and Alan share a knowing smile as they too get stuck into their meal, Allison smiles and babbles in her high chair next to Alyssa. Glad to have her mother with her.

~~~~~~

The memories faded as Ethan lifted his pen from the letter, a soft nostalgic smile brushed on his face as he pushed the frame of his glasses up the bridge of his nose. A faint sound of the front door opened as excited chirps and barking fluttered into his study. The kids, Jenner and Alyssa were home as Ethan smiles at the incoming thunder steps, spinning his office chair to the direction of the door. The twins come tumbling in and launch themselves into Ethan’s arms, not giving a chance for Ethan to pay attention to their chatter. Jenner is sitting at the entrance of the door, while Allison stands behind him with her hand scratching the top of his fur.

“Nathan, Savannah! I cannot understand your rambling.”

“Yeah, they had a lot of pastries. Aunt Sienna made a lot of cakes and biscuits.”

Ethan shook his head with a teasing grin at the twins. The two of them hid their mouths as Nathan denied.

“No we didn’t. Ally did!”

“Liar, I saw you two take two slices of the chocolate fudge cake.”

“No! You’re dreaming Ally.”

Ethan raised an eyebrow at his troublesome twins but pressed long kisses into their hair. Savannah leaned over his shoulder and noticed the pen and paper before pressing her two palms on Ethan’s face, forcing him to look directly at her as she asked.

“Are you drawing without us?”

Ethan shook his head as he explained.

“I’m making a gift for grandpa.”

“Are you gonna give it to him tomorrow?”

Before he could answer, Alyssa appeared at the door with her hands on her hips, dressed in a green cotton dress and brown knee high boots. Her mom voice was coming through as she moved her eyes between the troublesome twins.

“Nathan and Savannah. Time for bed. We’ve got to wake up early tomorrow if you want to spend the whole day with Grandpa.”

“Do we have to?”

Ethan stood up and held on to the twins as he smartly urged.

“Come on if you get dressed for bed, you can stay up late tomorrow.”

The twins gasped as they scrambled off Ethan’s arms and rushed to their bedroom to get into their pyjamas. A small smile curled up on Alyssa’s lips as she turned to the eldest Ramsey child.

“You too, Ally!”

“But Mom!”

“Come on.”

Ethan steps up to the doorway and sweetly kisses his wife as she cupped his cheek.

“You coming?”

“Just finishing up.”

Alyssa gave a nod and led her daughter away to her bedroom, Jenner obediently bounding behind them. Ethan returned to his desk to read over the last words he wrote.

Look at me now. I’m a dad.

Thank you for making me the man I am today.

Love,

Dr. Ethan J. Ramsey

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anotherbeingsworld · 3 years

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the promise of happiness

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x F!MC (Alessia Lyxienne)

Book: Open Heart

Rating: G , TW: mentions of surgery.

Prompts by @choicesjunechallenge2021 Day 1 – plot twist

Summary: Alessia's ex is in town, and its quite a reunion. <3

A/N: hiii, so I decided to participate in the challenge and well, write lots of Bryce before we have to say goodbye to him soon. So, this is kinda (hopefully) become a writing spree for me - like a Bryce appreciation-ish of my own. I have some plans already - and, I can't wait to share them! Also, a huge shoutout to @appiomofchoice for a lot of her help on this fic and the upcoming ones! Enjoy! (also, I will start to use a new mc name! however, she is who casey is but, with a new name instead hehe) // i dont own any characters except mc and brian lewis. (and, i apologize for grammar errors and any errors in this story)

It was supposed to be a normal day, however, the gasped that escaped her signals that the day is going to be an adventure. As she stood beside Bryce, both of them were facing a familiar face who she knows all too well. Brian Lewis, the Brian Lewis. The knowing smirk on his face as his gaze falls onto her brings back all the memories during her time at med school before.

He was a senior, a few years older than her. As they started to get to know one another through a mentoring session with Dr. Lisbon in her anatomy class. They started to go out in a matter of months, as their study sessions become quite intimate in the past – before, breaking up as Brian left for an opportunity to continue his residency in London. They were on good terms, and seeing him again in front of her brought back old memories.

“Dr. Lyxienne, are we clear?” The sound of Harper’s voice pulled her out of a trance, as she was pulled back into reality.

“I’m sorry, would you repeat that once more?”

Harper nods, before introducing him to her – as Bryce raised an eyebrow at the man.

“This is Dr. Brian Lewis from John Hopkins – and, he will assist us in one of the diagnostics team cases.” Brian takes his hand out towards her as Bryce took it before Alessia could do anything.

“Nice to meet you, Dr. Lewis, I’m Dr. Bryce Lahela and this is…”

“The Dr. Lyxienne of course! How have you been Alessia?” He said with a huge smile on his face, as Alessia froze, not knowing or mentally preparing herself where her boyfriend met his ex.

“I’m doing fine, thank you, Dr. Lewis.” The formality makes him take a step back as the atmosphere around them becomes awkward.

“Well, Dr. Lewis – we will see you at the diagnostics office soon. It’s nice to meet you.” Harper shook his arm again, with a smile before leaving the room.

The three of them stood awkwardly, before Alessia’s pagers started to beep – as she quickly runs away from the scene any further.

The two men stood quietly before Bryce left the room as well – leaving a sighing Brian in the office.

Bryce’s pager started to vibrate, as he was called into the diagnostics office as he finished with an appendectomy. With a satisfied smile on his face, he was met with a full office – consists of Dr. Emery, Dr. Ramsey, Alessia, Dr. Carrick, and Brian who are discussing their new case.

“Bryce, welcome. Dr. Lewis, this is one of our top surgeons in our department– Dr. Bryce Lahela.” Harper stated before Bryce taking a seat beside Alessia who looks nervous upon the encounter.

“It's good to see you again Dr. Lahela.” His voice was rough with a hint of softness in it.

Bryce nods before he was passed with a copy of the case itself.

“Based on the check-up we did, we found that the patient has suffered from spinal osteomyelitis. It is known as an infection of the vertebrae – it is a rare case, however still dangerous overall.” His presence is commanding as the others listen to it intently.

“How dangerous is it?” Alessia’s voice can be heard as all eyes fall on her.

Brian smiles, as he explains.

“Infections on the spine can be extremely dangerous along with the surgery on that are can be risky with the probability that may lead to a case of paralysis or even more infection.”

She nods intently, as the room went quiet once more.

“When will the surgery be performed? I’m guessing the sooner, the better right?” Tobias adds along with the conversation.

“I suspect we kept her in for a couple of days, to make some additional check-ups. But, if a timeline was needed – definitely as soon as we could.” He concludes before taking a seat.

After a while of discussion – the team was dispersed.

“Dr. Emery, I have to ask why was I picked by Dr. Lewis for the surgery?”

“Dr. Tanaka recommended your name and he wanted to take you in this round. I have to go now for a meeting, but – if you have any questions, Dr. Lewis can answer it for you about the surgery.” He nods as Harper was out of his sight.

Alessia sits on her own, as the dish in front of her remains uneaten due to the textbooks on the table. She was quite occupied with the text in front of her without realizing she had some company awaits her.

Her gaze falls onto the familiar gray eyes looking at her – with the familiar smile since before. Brian was sitting opposite her.

“Yes, Dr. Lewis, what do you need?”

“It’s me Alessia, can we talk – why are you avoiding me?” His voice somewhat remains strong, as Alessia tries to avoid the question.

“I…don’t know. It's weird seeing you again after all these years.” She begins her argument, as Brian nods in understanding.

“I can quite say the same, you look as beautiful as years ago.” He compliments her, as she smiles and lets out a chuckle.

“Thank you. I gotta say – you look as good as you did years ago. But, why Edenbrook, what are you doing here even?” Alessia shuts the textbook, as she looked him in the eyes.

“Dr. Emery was a colleague of mine before, and she requested me to come by for the surgery. I didn’t expect you’d be here.” His gaze falls down upon his hands.

She nods, not knowing how to reply as the silence follows for a moment.

“I know it's an unexpected encounter. It might be weird seeing your ex after all these years, but…I am glad that I got to see you again Alessia.” He says with a smile on his face, the genuine expression she knew all too well from years ago.

Before she could reply, she saw Bryce making his way to her. She smiles at him, as Brian follows her gaze meeting his eyes. He waved at him, before glancing his way back to her. The wide smile on her face still presents on her face, as Bryce took a seat beside them.

“Dr. Lewis, Alessia.” He greeted them both, as Brian's gaze fall onto them both. How comfortable they looked together before he excuses himself from the table.

“I’ll see you in surgery Dr. Lahela, and Alessia.” He smiles before leaving the cafeteria.

Bryce’s gaze follows his trail until he left the cafeteria.

“So, I think I have been out of the loop as your boyfriend – but, who is he?” His eyebrows were raised at Brian’s empty seat.

She lets out a small chuckle,

“He is…my -ex in med school actually.” She lets the truth set free, as Bryce looks at her in awe actually.

“Well, you certainly had upgraded.” He jokes as a wink followed before she elbows him playfully.

“Very funny Bryce.” She says before opening her textbook again.

She feels his eyes on him, as she glances his way. He somehow looked nervous suddenly.

“How do you feel when you see him again?”

She thought about it,

“It feels like nostalgic, yet – the story between us has ended years ago. You don’t have to worry alright.” She winks at him, as Bryce lets out a mock laugh – as a response.

“I’m not worried! Never, nope.”

“Whatever you say, Bryce.” She said before leaning in for a kiss, as they continue to spend the remaining time together studying about the upcoming surgery.

It was days later, as Bryce preps for the surgery alongside Brian. The OR was quiet, as they were the only ones there. A few seconds later, the surgical assistant arrives alongside the on-lookers consists of other surgeons.

He took a deep breath before they began the procedure, the gallery above them was filled with doctors – as Bryce could recognize a few to name. Dr. Emery and Dr. Tanaka are whispering subtlely, Dr. Ramsey alongside Dr. Carrick and even Dr. Banerji are there. As his gaze moved towards the left, he was shocked to see Alessia sitting by the end of the gallery – as she waves his way. He smiles, before resuming his role alongside Brian.

The clock was ticking slowly, as he observes Brian’s work and was impressed by his handiwork. They switched tasks in between the surgery – and he felt alive at that moment.

“Dr. Lahela, pass me the lancet.” Bryce nods as one of the nurses passes it his way.

Brian was focused on his work before he blurted a question in the middle of the surgery itself.

“So, you are the boyfriend I assume.” His voice is low as Bryce look at him with wide eyes.

He nods, as Brian continues on the surgery with such ease in his work.

“How long have you been together?”

“We just made it official, but…almost three years.” He says proudly behind his surgical mask.

There was a pause in between before he says.

“Years ago, I knew that smile on her face – along with the look in her eyes, she really does loves you. And, when Alessia loves someone - she will go over mountains for you.” He said suddenly – as it felt like a promise for him.

Bryce nods and smiles to himself, remembering the moments they had gone through together.

“I know.” I will, an unspoken promise was said between the quiet atmosphere of the OR. As, a smile was visible on Brian's face - somehow he got the message.

As the procedure goes on, a couple of hours had passed – they survived the procedure after a couple roadblocks along the way. The patient has the last resort on the surgery – Bryce took the lead to amputate the affected limb to stop the infection from spreading further. And, at that note – the surgery was over.

They cleaned up from their dirty scrubs as the night has grown late for them both.

“Dr. Lahela – you did an exceptional job today.”

He smiles, feeling the glowing pride in himself.

“Thank you for giving me the chance to join in the surgery, Dr. Lewis.” He replies as Brian nods before they both started to go on separate ways.

It’s the day after the surgery, as Alessia stumbles upon Brian who is hugging Dr. Emery – somewhat as a gesture of farewell. As they went their separate ways, his eyes met with hers – a smile on his face.

“Hey.” He begins to conversation.

“Hi, leaving already?”

“Yeah, unfortunately, I have an emergency meeting with the head of surgery at John Hopkins in a few hours.” He explains as she nods in understanding.

“Well, it's good to see you again which is… very weird to say.” She lets out a laugh as Brian lets out a chuckle.

“It's good to see you too. It's been years, and I’m glad to see you thriving here Alessia.” He smiles as they hugged.

“Thanks to your pop-quizzes on anatomy that's what keeping me here.” She winks at the joke, as they let go of the hug.

“Well, I’m glad I could play a part in the memoir of Dr. Alessia Lyxienne then.”

She nods, as he checks on the time.

“I have to leave before the traffic gets insane – but, say ‘hi’ to Bryce for me? And, if he ever hurts you – just know I’ll be ready to kick his ass for you.”

“No need, I think he’ll make me happy.” She said wistfully, as Brian smiles even wider.

“Don’t forget to invite me to the wedding then.” He winks before leaving the hospital grounds.

He stopped in his tracks, as he gazes back at where he was before. Bryce and Alessia were seen happily smiling together, he smiles – feeling happy for them both.

At that moment, Bryce’s eyes met with his as he waves to him. Brian waves back, as in a second – he was gone out of their sight.

“He said ‘hi’ by the way.”

Bryce nods, as he remembers the words during the surgery – it felt like a promise for him to make her happy. He smiles, as he will keep that promise and make Alessia the happiest woman in the world with him.

THE END.

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soyouareandrewdobson · 3 years

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…the ugly. SYAC: The Master Review 4

Last post I covered much of what I consider the good or passable strips of SYAC of the pre-Dobbear era. What I have admittedly not covered yet, were three certain characters of the strip that exist beside Dobson.

Persistent Pam

Curmudgeonly Carl

And… this guy I am not even sure has a name.

No, seriously. He shows up in like the 61th strip of the series for the first time and yet I never see his name mentioned once

All I know is that he is an accountant, who pities Dobson (for good reason)

And despite Dobson not liking alcohol, they regularly meet up in a bar as if they are some late 80s comedy duo

Funnily enough, he shows up way before Pam, who would have her premiere in these strips

And despite only showing up in a few strips after her premiere (mostly to make “fun” of overbearing and snarky commissioners I suppose…)

She actually managed something no other character or series by Dobson managed to get: A fanclub

Not that she would really be of any major importance afterwards.

As for Carl, he is supposed to be something like an antagonistic embodiment of Dobson’s “old” art teachers and people being stuck in old ways, who shows up for the following strips forming a sort of arc.

In addition, it is very obvious, that Carl is supposed to be a mockery of people flaming Dobson. Not helped by the fact that THIS character sheet of him made by Dobson assures us, that there were quite a few even less “endorsing” things he wanted to name the character.

Yet funnily enough, Carl turned into such a popular character with readers, Dobson was essentially “forced” to make him reappear in other strips. Not of the “classical” SYAC strips, but he showed up as the “antagonist” to Tenku in the storydriven multi pagers. Though even antagonist is a strong word, as he is essentially more of a jerkish art teacher and college advisor who is harsh on Tenku, but actually has his best interests in mind. To the point he even offers him to be his “harsher” art critic in the years till he enters college, because he wants to see him grow artistically.

However, Carl was also more of an “accident”. Cause when it came otherwise to tackling criticism or things that irked Dobson (and were not anime related) he would end up more or less creating strips that painted him in a manner where he would supposedly always look like “the better” compared to his opposition or mock it. Which is where a lot of the irk Dobson would earn over the years eventually comes from.

Now to be fair, I do not want to call every comic in that regard “strawmanning”, nor do I want to say that Dobson doesn’t have the right to also mock to a certain extend the mentality of certain “snobs” and so on. For example…

On one hand, I know there are people out there who think they are “special” by having the best tools at their disposal. When in reality you can achieve good results also with less expensive stuff. So mocking that sort of attitude is fine to me to some extend

BUT, when you also make down the line a comic like this…

… essentially making yourself come off as a “better” artist or person than others because you have “chosen” the better mass produced crap (btw, that is coming from someone who types this review on a Mac that runs Windows) , then the hypocrisy ends up to be rather strong with you.

Which is also essentially the biggest issue with the strips I am about to show. The hypocrisy of Andrew Dobson. And no, I do not mean the tumblr blog by that. I mean the simple fact, that the content of some of the soon to follow strips gets kinda muddled when you take into consideration some of the things real life Dobson had said and done either at the time or in the years to come. Well that and the way how he tries to mock issues people have with his work, not realizing how he is essentially just reassuring those “silly critics” in their opinions while making his flaws more obvious to people that may have been previously unaware of them.

But enough talk, let me just show you in quick succession examples to confirm said point.

Considering Dobson’s longterm disdain for DnD you have to wonder what the joke really is outside of him portraying DnD players as ugly nerds, supposedly too geeky even for him. Which is hilarious in hindsight as he would years later become a fan of TAZ among other things.

Less hypocritical but the set up is kinda flawed. Like, you are obviously at a convention trying to sell stuff. Why would some old dude not interested in “kids crap” be at the convention anyway? Is he just bringing someone there and just wants to go, but first needs time to belittle your life choices?

Rather hilarious in hindsight to me. Cause for someone claiming he has ideas that last for a life time and who seems rather distraught on the idea of others giving their input, he turned out to be so in need of ideas. Alex ze Pirate e.g. became from 2015 onward only defined by Dobson talking about the sexualities of his characters (and not even in comic as by that point it was discontinued, but rather in tweets and so on). Formera, which ran heavily on cheap shonen anime tropes ended up cancelled after two volumes, Cabin Rest was a failure after 20 strips, 2019 he relied primarily on cheap comics about Miraculous Ladybug and his understanding of certain genres is so bad, he can’t even think up the most basic ideas for a magical girl story.

Weirdly enough, that pitch of a garbage truck driver who fights crime? I think that could make for an enjoyable short story about a vigilante a la the Punisher or Sin-City.

The way Dobson perceives criticism, while also essentially giving a quick rundown how he appreciated criticism in his childhood way better than in adulthood. Yeah, because criticism by your parents as a kid was always VERY constructive. (looks back at certain drawings from own childhood) brrr. And sorry Dobson, but sometimes criticism by strangers is better than criticism from friends. Cause friends may mince their words. Plus people have over time given you quite some insightful criticism aside “U SUX” when it comes to comics. You were just never willing to listen

Hey Dobson, you hear that? That is the sound of your career, dying and no one caring.

Yeah, I think someone who made such “brilliant” comedy as in these comics, totally has the right not to listen to what seems to be solid theoretical advice.

BTW, that Talus comic… I swear to god the worst “joke” Dobson ever told.

Wow. You essentially make a point why you suck at drawing. While still not trying to change.

And as someone else once said: Don’t play with fire if you can’t deal with the heat, BLOCK-son!

This is not how I perceived your shit over the years. See, on one hand it is true that Alex ze Pirate e.g. has its own webpage to read the comic for free. HOWEVER most of his comics Dobson would hide from the start behind a paywall. The idea being that he would e.g. put a small reading sample of 10-15 pages up somewhere and then expect people to buy his comic for full price to get the rest. And you know, if you are e.g. a professionally published writer, that is fine. But when your average art output looks like THIS

And you expect people to pay more than 10 dollars for something that is only around 70 pages long while most people can get 200+ pages for the same amount of money that look like this…

You can frankly go and screw yourself.

On one hand I get that the joke is meant to be, that as an independent content creator you may find yourself in a weird spot where your “child friendly” work may be put in a palace between edgier stuff other creators sell at conventions. On the other hand, I find it rather insulting in hindsight, that self declared feminist Andrew Dobson portrays such competition as either psychopathic murderers or stereotypical cartoon bimbos. If modern day Dobson saw the same strip by any other person, he would be insulted on behalf of the female that she is portrayed as a bimbo, when she could also be a very smart and attractive woman who knows how to tell brave and sexy stories.

Also, I have read your “child friendly” stuff, Dobson. I would call Atea or Alex abusive bitches who like to bully orphans but child friendly? Not to forget that your work is so basic and shallow in depth, it’s like the someone tried to create a chimera out of some of the worst traits associated with Dora the Explorer, 80s toodler cartoons and the Fairly Oddparents.

I frankly hate this theory on comedy. It is true, a lot of comedy can be deprived from conflict, misunderstandings etc. Looney Tunes, Tom and Jerry and other cartoons as well as screwball comedies such as Rat Race can depend on it. Heck, one of my favorite comedians of all time is Christopher Titus, who based his entire career on the misery and absurdity of his life.

But comedy is not just defined by misery and conflict.

There are for example also the following theories when it comes to comedy…

And to get back e.g. to Titus, yes, he has build a lot of his comedy on the bad stuff that happened in his life. But he is also someone who in his comedy has build a lot of punchlines on the absurdity of certain situations he has been in life but which in a way have enriched his life positively.

What I am trying to say is, comedy (and entertainment in that regard) does not just have to be defined by misery. And all things considered Dobson, you could have really tried to also just make comics wherein either you or your characters are just happy with their situation in life.

For example, this page from an Owl House fancomic?

I think it holds more entertainment value than your “joke” right here, despite not even telling a joke.

Simply because as a page overall, it tries to convey a positive emotion. Which is more than I can say about the strip.

Because of a lack of different level of thickness regarding your lines, which would trick people into perceiving depth, the fact that the fill bucket and shade layers can only do so much to cover for the rather monochromatic dull nature of your comic, the fact that your characters are not really all that complex and look rather simplicstic even compared to stuff from a comic like this…

And that is just coming from the top of my head as someone who never studied art. If any reader has something to add, I am willing to listen

And considering you could in later years never keep up to any release schedule, which among other things resulted in only three SYAC strips in total being released in 2016, I say go fuck yourself. Not to forget that even some of the worst newspaper comic strips out there tend to actually find a decent following and good jokes eventually, otherwise they would not manage to stay popular for years, if not even decades.

As someone who has worked internships a lot in life, I just want to say fuck you in all our names. Glad to see you having just as much respect for interns than any other scumbag on the planet. Probably even less respect, cause you know, in some places interns tend to get paid.

Also, there is supposedly an entire real world story going on about Dobson having worked at his former university at the time the comic came out and Chaz is based on a fellow intern.

Things are unfortunately rather vague in that regard and only hold up by demonstrative evidence such as the name of Chaz showing up in certain pages of the university and Dobson’s internship being mentioned somewhere.

Well, would you look at that: People have different opinions on your stuff.

There are ways to draw memes funny and then there are ways to fail at them

You failed.

Funnily enough, that comic rings a lot truer to text than you expect. Considering how Dobson would often emulate certain aesthetics in his comics of shows that were rather passee by the time he published his stuff, plus how he will obsess over certain trends and games for years to come (like Skyrim or his Quiet Hate Boner) while also being unaware about current trends (how do you e.g. not have heard of My Hero Academia by 2018 at least once by accident?) Dobson has always been kinda late to the party. Missing the “zeitgeist” of nerd culture and as such never quite finding an audience.

Yeah, what Pam says. Not helped by the fact that yes, the floating eyebrows are real. Look at some earlier sketches or “professionally published” comics by his and you will see that each time characters get excited, their eyebrows will suddenly split into sets of three and float higher than Pennywise’s victims.

Ironically, that fits real life Dobson at the time and later on even more so than this comic version did. Sorry, but what am I supposed to call a person who has an hate boner on anime for years for superfluous reasons, made Danny and Spot a “gaming webcomic” deliberately to piss on non Nintendo fans and has admitted in some by now deleted youtube video, that he kept a list of usernames from an old forum just to remember even years later the people that were mean to him online?

Fuck both of you. I do not expect the Sixtin Chapel in the background, but something to filll up the empty space behind you is at times needed.

The comic here is actually called politics. … ironic how things changed once a certain reality show host turned president.

Jesus Christ. I am not even that much of a Transformers fan (Prime fan for life however) but even I know that this is not supposed to be what you design the head of a Transformer like. Not even if they ever produce the Transformers equivalent of Teen Titans Go.

Too bad you still can’t stand the heat, otherwise you wouldn’t have completely disappeared last year.

When you know you are in a no win situation, and still manage to choose an even dumber option to escape. I really don’t get it. I just think the Portal reference makes the comic dated and Dobsn’s attempt at a smug face looks so stupid. Like his cheeks are falling in and his mouth is about ready to get raped by a garden hose or something.

Yeah, considering Dobson’s later constant need for safe spaces and to be in control of a situation and the narrative, which led to so many blocks over the years… if you know anything about Dobson, how this comic becomes harsher in hindsight is rather self explanatory. I just want to say one thing: There is a difference between genuine agoraphobia and just wanting to be by yourself. And I think Dobson just prefers the later on average. Which is okay, but humans still need to interact with other human beings in one form or another, even just for the sake of keeping their mental health stable. Why do you think are so many people getting depressed in times of covid lockdowns, despite many having all sorts of technical gimmicks at their disposal to at least keep boredom at bay?

And by putting himself into a bubble like that, I think Dobson has deprived himself of some of the most basic human interaction, which was likely a severe factor in his mental degeneration over the last years.

It is still a valid suggestion! Just draw some cartoon characters or a nice fantasy scenario on a mural and earn yourself some bucks. Just be sure they are not by Disney or the Mouse will tear down the school!

… Just google up the words Andrew Dobson and Samus Aran commission by ED and you will see how this comic just further shows how much Dobson seems to actually be proud of being an unproductive asshole.

And by the way, I know that any form of artistic work takes time. Just writing these review posts takes a lot of time for me. But that doesn’t change the fact that people should post and create stuff in a timely fashion, especially when there are e.g. deadlines to hold up too. And by the way, Sloth’s don’t have fingers, they have claws!

And that is it.

Sorry if I missed anything folks, but I just saw how many pages in word this is already filling up, so I call quits for this part here right now. I think I made my point about how Dobson trying to badly deflect arguments people may make against his art and work ethics via jokes clear enough, while also showing some posts that are either harsher or hilarious in hindsight.

Next time we will however address one certain issue about our main character, that has been not directly addressed here. In the meantime, have a little fun video that shows hopefully how entertainment and a certain amount of comedy can be gained NOT via misery.

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Would you please write a fic about alex behaviour with children like the way he comforts them or help them through?

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hey there! i’m not gonna lie when i say that this prompt took me forever to figure out, but when i did i was super excited!

this is mainly Alex centric with a bit of jolex added in (obviously). i hope you like it!

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Of all people to notice Alex Karev’s strange ability to work well with children first, no one would’ve expected it to be Cristina Yang.

It was fairly early in their intern year, and both she and Karev were on the pediatrics rotation with Dr. Keith, someone who they could both agree was an arrogant son of a bitch that thought way too highly of himself for his own good.

They’d been trailing behind him like lost puppies all day, listening to him go on and on while he talked to the patient’s families, not even bothering to ask his interns any questions. He always thought that interns were a waste of time and space. He’s much rather have at least a third year resident on his service, but no such luck. They felt like crap and both wanted to kick the guy in the ass, but knew that the only thing that would do is get them knocked out of the program.

Six hours into their shift, the two were about to head to the cafeteria for a much desired lunch break when their pagers rang out, loud groans escaping their mouths at the noise they had come to detest the last couple of weeks.

All Alex really wanted was a slice of the hospital’s pizza. Granted, the crust tasted like cardboard, the cheese was old, and the sauce had no flavor, but he was craving it like crazy. He hadn’t gone out for groceries recently, so the only thing that was stocked in the shelves of his small apartment was cereal, some oatmeal, and off brand, nearly expired crackers that he had since he finished med school a couple of months ago. He had --for some unknown reason-- shoved them into a backpack that had made it with him as he traveled from Iowa to Washington, completely untouched.

With a huff he turns on his heel and makes his way to the pit where he was being paged, purposefully avoiding eye contact with the nurse he disrespected on his first day, along with the ones he’d slept with and hadn’t called back. He had a pretty large list of nurses who didn’t like him, and he didn’t feel like making that list any longer. Not today, at least.

Keith instructed him to go cast an arm for the seven year old in bed six, while Yang was told to go stitch up the cut on the little girl in bed two.

When Alex was done he passed by Yang’s area, watching as she was trying to calm down the little girl who couldn’t be more than five. The girl had tears streaming down her face and was nuzzled into the mom’s chest. The mother was glaring at the female doctor, who was saying something Alex could make out as “it’s not even scary, it’s just a needle.”

All he really wanted to do was get that damn pizza slice, and he had every intention of doing so, but seeing Yang be absolutely hopeless at getting anywhere with the little girl, he felt a bit of sympathy-- not for his fellow intern, but for the kid.

With a sigh he strides over to the bed, watching as the raven head’s mouth opens to speak, cutting her off immediately. “Let me handle this.” he says, reaching to grab the needle from her head.

Cristina glares at him, her expression turning into one of disgust. No way was she going to let Evil Spawn steal her patient, no matter how much she wished she’d be doing anything else.

“Karev-”

“--Yang!” he cuts her off sharply, plucking the needle from her hand and bumping her out of the way. Not the nicest thing to do, but she was practically terrifying the little girl. There was no way she would trust the doctor now.

His coworker scoffs, huffing a ‘fine’ before she goes to stand back and watch the scene, more than eager to watch the man fail. What good could he do? The girl was crying the second she had taken the disinfectant out.

Alex pulls up a chair, grabbing the attention of the little girl, who looks up from her mother’s chest for a second, only to dive back in right after.

“Hey kid, my name’s Doctor Karev. You mind telling me your’s?” he asks gently, slipping on a pair of gloves and flashing a signature crooked grin.

The girl makes eye contact warily, slightly unlatching from her mom's tight hold at the sight of the man’s smile. The other doctor looked super serious, it was kind of scary.

“Piper.” she answers, wiping the tears from under her eyes, the mom flashing him a grateful smile.

“Hey Piper.” he grins. “I see you got hurt up there. What happened?” he wettens the pad with disinfectant, keeping his eyes on the little blonde, knowing it would mean less questions if she was focused on his face.

“I was jumping on the couch and then I fell and hit the table.” she explains, Alex inspecting the cut to see if her story was reliable. He knew firsthand what it was like to come up with excuses for the bruises on your face, and wanted to make sure that she wasn’t just trying to cover up for something else that happened.

Luckily, the combination of the authenticity of the bruise and the level of trust the daughter had in her mom let him know that she really did do what she said. He knew at some point he was gonna need to not assume the worst in every parent that came in with an injured kid, but the wound was still fresh for him, and it would take some time to heal-- a long time.

“Well then Piper, I’m gonna need to clean your cut, but it’s gonna sting a bit. Is that okay?” he asks her, her green eyes widening, but eventually nodding. The doctor seemed nice enough.

He cleans the wound, turning back at the girl when he pulls out a needle, watching as her face begins to look panicked. “Hey, it’s okay.” he reassures her. His eyes dart around, noticing a backpack that sat in the corner, decorated with a multitude of princesses.

“Who’s your favorite princess?” he asks her, drawing Piper’s attention away from the scary needle in his hands.

“Belle.” she answers, a small smile making its way to her face. She loved talking about the princess’s and would chatter on about them anytime, any day, anywhere.

Alex smirks, letting out a sigh of relief. He knew all about Belle, since it was Amber’s all time favorite Disney movie. He’d seen it more time than he’d like to admit, and practically had the whole film memorized since he was fourteen.

“I like Belle too. She’s super brave huh? Never afraid of the Beast or anything.” he gives her a smile, watching as Piper’s face lights up, a wide, toothless smile splayed on her lips.

“Yeah! She’s so cool! She never lets the beast tell her what to do!” she exclaims, making Alex chuckle. She reminded Alex a lot of his little sister, with her dirty blonde hair, green eyes, and passion for princesses.

“Okay, well, right now I’m gonna need you to be super brave like Belle alright? And sit really really still, like she does when she reads a book. Can you do that for me Piper?” he smirks mischievously.

The little girl grins. She always wanted to be like her favorite princess, so she definitely wouldn’t pass up an opportunity to act like one. She already practiced around the house, so she was definitely going to practice in front of the nice doctor who looked like Prince Philip.

Cristina stood frozenly in the background, mouth opened so wide it could catch flies. Who knew Karev was so good with kids? She sure as hell didn’t.

She watches as he stitches up the cut, saying some reassuring words every time the girl flinches or squeezes her eyes shut. It was about twenty minutes later when he finished, Yang still standing there in shock. She sees him dress the wound, getting up from his chair and say, “All done. You did awesome Piper, but no more jumping on the couch, alright?” which earns him a nod. He flashes a friendly wink to the mom, who blushes as he walks away, forgetting entirely about Yang’s presence as he makes his way to the cafeteria to finally get his hands on the pizza slice he’s been drooling about for hours.

Maybe Evil Spawn wasn’t so evil after all.

~*~

Miranda Bailey was exhausted. Between Tuck and trying to begin a pediatric fellowship, all she wanted to do was lie down and sleep for god knows long. Tucker being difficult about their shared custody schedule seemed to only add to her fatigue and she swore on her life that she could crash on the nearest gurney and not wake up for three days straight.

It was with a heavy sigh she begrudgingly made her way back down to the NICU, remembering that she had left Karev there the day before after administering the kangaroo hold. She knew that by now he had probably dispersed, but she felt like checking on the little baby herself, just to make sure that the preemie was doing okay.

When she arrived at the NICU doors she could see a few faces that she recognized standing outside the window, talking in hushed conversations as they stared at the scene in front of them with imploring eyes, that is, until the one she knew as Reed rushed away-- a friend at her side, finishing their conversation quickly.

Miranda shakes her head. Though she had softened over the years, everyone still feared the inner ‘Nazi’ that came out from time to time. When she finishes gowning herself she makes her way into the room, stopping in front of the shirtless, sleeping figure on a chair. Surprised was the only word she was able to come up with, though it seemed like an understatement of the century. Alex Karev was sitting there, with a sleeping baby curled contently against his chest, her tiny breaths in sync with the man who was holding her.

She shakes her head, stopping a few feet from where the man sat. “Karev?” she says, making him open his groggy eyes, blinking as he does so to look around for the source of the noise, relaxing when he knows that no monitors are going off and the baby on his chest is still very much alive.

“Did you stay here all night?” she asks softly, watching as he looks out the window to see that it was in fact daytime, not evening like it was before he’d fallen asleep.

He takes another look at the baby in his arms, “Um, yeah. I… I guess I did.” he trails off, his voice rough since he barely was awake.

“Go home, get some rest. The nurse will take over for you.” Miranda scolds. These interns (who were now residents) were like her children, her babies, and as much as the sight warmed her heart, she needed her babies to be well rested. She couldn’t have them falling asleep in the middle of surgery.

He unintentionally pulls the tiny bundle of pink a bit closer, “No. Uh, I- I’m okay. I’m… good here.”

She lets out a small, barely there laugh, but not at him. She’d seen the soft side of Alex Karev, but it was few and far between. Everyone knew that the rough exterior he put up was just to stop himself from getting hurt, but this… this side was new. She had never seen him more vulnerable than he was right now, the baby sleeping so soundly on his chest that it seemed like no amount of noise could disturb her.

“Well, you'd be good in Peds, you know that?” she flicks her gaze from him to the baby. “You get invested. You have good instincts. You stick to your instincts,” she continues, Alex looking down at the child, making some kind of face she wouldn’t know how to describe.

“You’d be good in Peds, Karev.” she walks away, leaving Alex alone with his thoughts.

Maybe, just maybe, kids would be the one thing that would allow Karev to show everyone who he really was.

~*~

Alex Karev had sort of snuck up on Arizona Robbins. When he said that he was interested in Peds, she truly thought that he was joking, just trying to say something to either get a laugh out of her or annoy her.

She didn’t know much about Karev, all she really knew was what she had heard from the nurses gossiping loudly at their stations, and the occasional input from Callie here and there. All she really knew was that he had been married to Stevens, who had cancer, then they later got divorced, and before he was married he had earned himself quite a bit of a ‘man-whore’ reputation, nearly as bad as Mark’s.

Arizona was weary about Karev, so imagine her surprise when she saw his face light up as a kid called him Doctor Alex for the first time.

The first time she’d ever had the young man on her service she knew that he was cold, arrogant, and a bit too cocky for his own good. He was overall an asshole, and to say Robbins wasn’t happy to have him on her service was an understatement. Bailey had said something to her recently about Karev, but that didn’t lessen her lack of enjoyment about his upcoming arrival on her floor.

When the man did arrive, he was seven minutes late for rounds, dumping an empty cup of hospital bought coffee in the nearest trash can. He flashed her a crooked grin, apologizing for his tardiness, but not explaining why.

Arizona sighed, rolling her eyes discreetly. She wasn’t normally a strict teacher, but one thing she didn’t like was when her residents were late. The lives of tiny humans were in their hands, no second could be wasted-- much less seven minutes.

“Welcome to peds Doctor Karev…” She starts off, telling him about how pediatrics wasn’t wiping kid’s noses and cuddly bunnies all day long. Peds was hardcore, only for the elite.

She stops outside room 414, turning back to Karev and giving him as stern of a glare as she could muster. “Remember Karev, smile, engage. These are kids we’re talking about here.”

Alex rolls his eyes. He knew he wasn’t the nicest guy. He was an ass, a douche, and definitely not the man most women would be proud to take home to their parents. But if there was one thing he did know, it was kids. He practically raised one for god’s sake.

“Got it Robbins.” he huffs, fixing his posture as the two walk into the room, where a little boy sat on his bed, playing with his colorful toys that sat on his lap, anxious parents sitting in chairs beside him.

Arizona flashes a grin to the family, directing her attention back to the boy. “Hi Nico, how are we doing today?”

Nico shrugs, mustering a half-hearted smile. “I’m okay.” he answers, more focused on his toys than the doctors in the room.

“Well that’s good,” she jots something down on her chart. “This is Dr. Alex. He’s gonna be another one of your doctors, okay Nico?”

“Doctor Alex?” the boy confirms, making Arizona look up from her chart and Alex look back at the boy.

She saw it then. The way his eyes lit up at the name, how a crooked grin unconsciously made its way to his lips. He had it. The peds glow.

“Hey dude.” Alex smirks, trying to hide is bubbling excitement. He liked that name, ‘Doctor Alex’. It was different from Karev. It was lighter, easier, it sounded right. Doctor Karev was too… but Doctor Alex? Doctor Alex sounded pretty great.

Arizona bites her lip as she watches her resident and the patient interact, trying to keep her smile at bay.

There it is. There’s the real Alex Karev.

~*~

Jo Wilson sat in the intern’s locker room, knotting up the ties of her scrub pants as she listened to the chief resident rattle of names of who the intern’s were with that day. She was more than thankful for a new service, since Medusa was downright terrifying, but she was really hoping that she wouldn’t be assigned to-

“--Wilson you’re with Doctor Karev on Peds.”

Shit.

She was sure Karev was a great doctor, I mean, he wouldn’t be here-- at one of the best hospitals in the world-- if he sucked.

But she’d already heard enough about Karev to say that she didn’t like him, not one bit. So far she’d witnessed Leah crying into her locker about why he wouldn’t answer her calls, nurses complain to each other about why he hadn’t texted, and other interns chattering at bars about why he acted like he didn’t know them when they saw each other again.

In conclusion, he was a grade-A jackass who slept with any female that had two legs, and she was certainly not going to be the next one on his (extensive) list of conquests. No sir-ee.

With a huff she ties her hair back, giving Stephanie a deadpan look after she whispers a “Good luck. Make sure not to sleep with him.”

There was no way she would be sleeping with Karev, not in a million years. She had heard so much from others that she could already paint a picture-

Ew, no. That’s gross.

Either way, there was nothing he could ever say to make her fall in bed with him. Nothing at all.

…

She was exhausted. Karev was an ass. An ass who didn’t hate her, but was still an insufferable asshole. Jo stood at the nurses station, leaning over the counter as she filled out her charts, scribbling down her notes angrily. He made her angry.

Though she had to admit, seeing him all freaked out over her (fake) crying was pretty hilarious.

“--Wilson!” she hears her name being called by her asshole of a superior. She turns around, plastering such a faux smile on her face that she felt nauseated just knowing that it was there.

She’s about to respond when Doctor Grey comes running up to him, shoving a toddler in his arms, taking him by surprise.

“Alex. I need you to watch her.” the blonde pleads, making him scrunch his eyebrows.

“Mer I-”

“Please.” Meredith begs, Alex giving her a crooked grin as he takes ahold of his niece. If there was one thing that could make Alex Karev smile without even trying, it was Zola Grey Shepherd, a two and a half year old little fireball.

A large grin comes across the little girl’s face as she looks at the man in front of her. “Unca Lex!” she exclaims, clasping her tiny hand on the side of his face.

“Hi Ms. Zozo,” he smiles, Jo not even noticing how the corner’s of her mouth quirked up at the sight. This was not the Doctor Karev she’d been with these past few hours, this was someone completely new. This was… Alex?

Meredith sighs. “I have on OB appointment, and normally we’d take her, but she’s just been so fussy lately, and when I tried to take her to daycare she threw a fit-”

Alex cuts her off, “Mer, it's fine. I got her.” he reassures her, pretending to bite the little girl’s finger as it came close to his face, causing her to let out a loud squeal.

“Okay but-”

He rolls his eyes at the blonde, “Mer, go. She’ll be completely fine.” he smirks. “We all know that she likes me better than you and Shep combined so…”

Meredith hits him on the shoulder before she turns and waddles down the hall, leaving Alex with a toddler in his arms that was giggling as he tickled her, and an intern who wasn’t quite sure what she was seeing in front of her.

It was obvious that he had some skills with children, he was a pediatric surgeon for crying out loud. But nobody told her he was this good with kids.She watched as a large smile came across his face, a laugh escaping his mouth at Zola’s squeals and giggles.

Maybe Alex Karev wasn’t as much of an asshole that she thought he was.

~*~

Nothing was more perfect to him than the sight in front of him.

Never in a million years did he ever think that he would get to where he was now.

Alex sat next to his wife as they stared down at the little baby on her chest, her pink cheeks puffed up while her eyes were tightly squeezed closed as she tried to sleep. She was so perfect. So, so perfect.

A daughter.

He had a daughter.

A little bundle of pink that weighed a whole six pounds, seven ounces. Yet somehow, she had managed to take his heart out of his chest and hold it in her tiny, tiny palm.

Nothing could’ve prepared him for how much he already loved his little girl. He’d heard about it, read about it. He’d been in the room when parents met their child for the first time. But this? This was a whole new level of love, something he wasn’t prepared for in the slightest.

He watched as Jo ran her thumb delicately over the baby girl’s cheeks, tears streaming down Jo’s face. It had been all of two minutes since they welcomed their daughter into the world and she hadn’t stopped crying since.

Although he wasn’t crying, his throat was built up as he stared at his perfect little girl. A full head of wavy light brown hair sat on top of her head, her rosy lips pouted as she nestled closer to her mother’s chest.

Perfect.

That’s the only word that could describe the tiny figure that laid before him.

He rubs his pinky finger over her little fist, watching as it unfolds and grabs it with all of her strength.

He can feel his heart physically clench, never before had something felt as right as feeling his little girl’s palm around his finger.

Alex grins, placing a small kiss on the top of Jo’s head, a silent way of saying so many different things at once.

Thank you.

You did so well.

You’re so strong.

She’s so perfect.

I love you.

Thank you for marrying me.

Thank you for loving me.

Thank you for everything.

Thank you.

Jo readjusts the baby on her chest, bringing her up higher for them to see.

She lets out a watery smile, her bottom lips trembling as she stares at the tiny girl that she would do anything for. “Hi sweet girl.” she whispers, not even bothering to wipe the water droplets that cascaded down her cheeks.

Alex lets out a crooked grin, a small laugh escaping his throat in disbelief. This perfect creation was his daughter. How was that even possible?

“Welcome to the world Lorelei Karev.” he whispers, unable to focus on anything except the tiny girl that he would give up the sun, the moon, and the stars for.

“We love you so much.” Jo speaks softly, looking up at her husband, the love of her life, her eyes saying more than her mouth ever could.

Thank you.

I love you.

She’s so perfect.

Thank you for her.

Thank you for everything.

Thank you for loving me.

Thank you.

They share a small kiss, reveling in the moment they knew they would remember for the rest of their lives.

It was then he defied all odds. Overcame all of his fears. He wasn’t going to be like his dad, what everyone told him he was going to be. He was going to be an amazing dad, and he knew it.

As it turns out, kids truly were the one thing that could show everyone who the real Alex Karev was after all.

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