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dialingoz · 1 year
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He's trying his best
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hsslilly-blog · 2 months
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hollywood u (2014)
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I miss HWU.
That's it.
That's the post.
I just want all my fave pixel people back. 🥺
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candiednova · 3 months
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emoticonheart · 2 months
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Do you have any burping headcanons for your newer original characters? Like, what their belches sound or smell like, how frequently each person burps, what their reactions to their own and others’ belches are, and who is the horniest for being burped on, if any?
Carmen Lopez and Zoe Papadopoulos, from At Your Worst.
Princess Adalaide, King Ian, King Rupert, and King Hunter, from Courtesy and Poise.
Nareg Orog and Darion Orog, from Impressions.
Abigail Longfoot and The Faren twins, from Crashing the Party.
You may also give more burping headcanons for your older characters again.
Robin O’Connery and Arrach from Stolen Crown.
Princess Addison Bloomington from What You Find Along the Way.
Sierra Watson and Conner Eve, from The Universe Chose You, so I Will Too.
Rick “IckyRicky”, Ashley “Flexsteel” Fox, and Lily Alonto, from Flexsteel and IckyRicky.
Meira Yelren and Thalia Orog, from Impressions.
okay!! i'll answer what i can/what i'm comfortable with!!
carmen lopez (at your worst): carmen is an exception to my usual ocs because she's not usually burpy/gassy. she's very well mannered in that sense. the events in the story were very much an exception for her (and an embarrassing exception at that). but i mean when she does burp out loud (which is almost never. unless she physically can't, all her burps will be a muffled, closed mouth burp) it's not bad. she's definitely not exceptional at burping, especially compared to all my other ocs, but her burps certainly aren't weak either. but she'd rather die then let anyone know that.
zoe popadopoulos (at your worst): the events of the story were out of the norm for zoe too, but for completely different reasons. since she's an angel, she's not usually able to burp. like her body is perfected and therefore doesn't need to release excess air like that. the only reason she was so gassy that night was because she was taking some of the discomfort from carmen, which inevitably made her just as gassy as carmen. but unlike carmen, she actually really enjoyed herself. it wasn't often her body got to make all those sounds, so she was reveling in it while she could. in fact, there were times she had to physically cut off the burp she was letting out because she didn't want carmen to get suspicious of how long they were getting. but if it were up to carmen though, she would've let those burps keep going on and on and on and on and... you get it.
princess addison (courtesy and poise): addison is a princess, and she takes that position seriously. she was taught manners and poise from the moment she left the wound, and it is very important to her that she maintains that regal image. however, she was also born with an inate ability to belch with more force than should be possible for any human at all, let alone a human as small and fragile as her. however, unlike most, if not all, of my other ocs, she has complete control over her burps. she only burps when she wants to. and she usually never does. after all, princesses don't burp. it's unbecoming! but in some very rare instances, her abilities are necessary. and trust me, her burps leave an impression every time.
king ian, king rupert & king hunter (courtesy and poise): big, burly, and immature men with big, burly, and immature burps. they can only burp after eating/drinking something, so their burps are usually very wet and gurgly.
nareg orog (impressions): while she's nowhere near thalia's level of... everything involving burps, she's definitely a talented burper herself. as an ogre, it's just in their biology to let loose with burps that shake the earth, and she's not shy about it either! in fact, one of the orog family's traditions is a mother-daughter burping contest at the end of every meal. every meal. narag's burps are especially chunky, like pebbles are rattling around in her stomach. it's one of the things she's most proud of, since it makes her burps so unique!
darion orog (impressions): darion wasn't much of a burper until he met narag. darion was head over heels for narag the moment he laid eyes on her, and her constant burping didn't change it one bit. in fact, he found himself burping more and more as a way to impress her. while he doesn't go around burping all the time like his wife and daughter, when he does let one out, he does so without shame. the thing that makes darion's burps so unique is how deep they are. being part giant, it just kinda came with the territory. but yeah i cannot emphasize how deep his burps are. no one in my lineup of ocs can come even close to his bass.
abigail longfoot (crashing the party): i'm not gonna lie i'm still trying to come up with an explanation as to why she was able to burp the way she did that night. i will say though that like carmen, this was definitely out of the ordinary for her. she had never burped like that before, and i'm still trying to decide if she'll be able to do it again. so... maybe i'll get back to you on this.
the faren twins (crashing the party): they're average burpers themselves at best but they don't mind. they're much more interested in hearing others burp anyway...
hope this answered your question!! if it didn't please lmk and i'll try again!! thanks!!
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evilwriter37 · 3 months
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Note to self and anyone else with an Adrenal Insufficiency/Addison’s Disease: Don’t push yourself too hard when you have an acute illness like a virus. It will make your cortisol levels drop, which will then make the virus get much worse in return. Rest when you’re sick and listen to your body.
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maddy-ferguson · 1 year
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i'm only 21 isn't that way too young to be watching season 19 of grey's anatomy
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pinkyringprvnce · 6 months
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Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: Grey's Anatomy, Private Practice
Rating: Not Rated 
Warnings: Major Character Death 
Relationships: Addison Montgomery/Derek Shepherd, Addison Montgomery/Mark Sloan, Sam Bennett/Addison Montgomery, Addison Montgomery/Amelia Shepherd 
Characters: Addison Montgomery, Derek Shepherd, Mark Sloan (Grey's Anatomy), Nancy Shepherd, Lizzie Shepherd, Kathleen Shepherd, Amelia Shepherd, Sheldon Wallace, Charlotte King, Cooper Freedman, Pete Wilder, Violet Turner, Naomi Bennett, Sam Bennett (Private Practice), Meredith Grey, Lexie Grey, Callie Torres, Arizona Robbins, Jim Nelson, Jackson Avery, Cristina Yang, Owen Hunt, Richard Webber, Miranda Bailey (Grey's Anatomy), Zola Shepherd, Sofia Sloan-Torres, April Kepner, Alex Karev, Julia Canner, Ryan Kerrigan, Carolyn Shepherd 
Additional Tags: Post-Plane Crash (Grey's Anatomy), amelia's intervention, pre-plane crash (grey's anatomy), what do we want drugs when do we want them now, Amelia Shepherd Needs a Hug, shepherd family antics, addek eventual, maddison eventual, Addison Montgomery Needs a Hug, Eventual Happy Ending, References to Drugs, Unplanned Pregnancy, Pregnancy 
Series: Part 1 of Intervention
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Addison calls Derek and Mark for Amelia’s intervention. While they’re in LA, the plane crash happens and they are both, therefore, not on the plane. This will be an AU where Jake doesn’t exist because he’s the best out of the three guys for Addison (sorry, not sorry).
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princerevelucide · 2 years
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i love interpreting spamton as like, someone who was some kind of pathetic, excessively timid, and constantly sickly victorian child, one who could barely get a word out edgewise back then and had an immune system with the strength of an autumn leaf that's already been stepped on
not for the purposes of woobifying him or anything but because a) the more that was in his way at the start the more desperate he'd become to prove himself, make it big, finally do anything right without being looked down upon with pity at best and outright ignored otherwise, that he'd give his life to the devil over the phone and b) it's funnier to me to imagine he was a sweet child that became such a deranged fucked up creature on the side of the road that is occasionally spotted and documented like he's cyber city's own bigfoot
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thatrandomuser01 · 2 years
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sarcasticnerdfan · 1 year
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I’m rewatching greys anatomy and private practice and I just want more fics where we actually get to see the private practice characters (especially Addison and Amelia) react to all of the trauma and general bullshittery in Seattle. The most we get is like a passing mention of Derek getting shot or like two episodes when Addison is grieving mark and that’s it. I want to see how they find out about these things
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shelbgrey · 1 year
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Hi, I had an idea for a fic . Would you be able to write a Mark Sloan x reader. He cheated on reader with her best friend Addison and found out she was pregnant after they broke up. Years later, when Mark is working at Seattle Grace, Y/N and her daughter/son travel to visit Derek but end up in a car accident. Their child is fine but Y/N has severe injuries. She wakes up to find out Mark knows about their child and wants to start again as a family. When she has recovered they get back together and Y/N becomes a surgeon at Seattle Grace. Thank you! (Sorry it’s long, it came to me in a dream 😂)
We are family(mark Sloan)
Paring: Mark Sloan X Shepherd!Reader
Summary: The reader and her son get into a car crash on their way to vist her brother Derek. While the son is fine the reader has several injuries and finds out Mark, her ex knows about his son.
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“are we there yet?” Jason said looking out the window of the car. I smiled at my son's brightness as he awaited our over due visit with his uncle Derek.
“almost honey” I said taking my eyes off the road for a second to look at my son.
The drive was long and it was making us both extremely antsy but it beat flying in a plan. I hated flying and my son had never really experienced it but he decided he'd never get on one due to all the movies he's watched.
The longer we drove the darker it got... And the storm fell heavier. The ran plunked on the car loud and fast as I drove down the highway. He had about an hour till we got to Seatle and I was extremely thankful. My anxiety spiked as I saw a car behind swerved then sped up.
“mom?” Jason asked.
“hang on” I mumbled and tried to speed up. The other car did beat me to it and swayed right. I gasped as the tired screamed and hit our car head on.
“mommy!”
Then it when black...
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“Sloan, make sure the kid is okay” Webber shouted from the other side of the ER. As Jackson left to help Derek and April Mark ran to where he was instructed. He pulled the privacy curtain back and saw a small boy who was about ten years old. The little boy looked up at Mark with eyes that looked all to familiar. His hair was also a dark blonde that was shockingly familiar
Mark hesataed for a second and the two boys studied each other. The Boy titled his head for a second then Mark shaped out of it.
“Hey, kiddo what's your name?” he asked checking his head for any cuts. He only had one and it was on the left side of his forehead.
“Jason, sir”
“I'm Dr. Sloan” Mark smiled softy as he cleaned the kids cut. He couldn't shake this feeling, it was like he knew the kid or seen him before.
“is my mama okay?” he asked. Mark looked at the chart and his eye brows scrunched together as he barely heard the question. The Boy and his mother had the last name Shepherd... That's just a coincidence, right? Shephard is a common last name.
“Dr. Sloan?” the boy said softly. Mark quickly closed the chart then turned to the boy with a small smile.
“I'm sure your mom's fine, but wait here” before the Boy could argue mark was gone like a flash of lighting. He made sharp turn and nearly ran into the threshold of the room where the boy's mother was in.
His heart stopped as he watched a teary eyed Derek and Meredith giving the woman chest Compressions. “y/n...” he breathed out and stumbled backwards into the wall with his hand over his mouth.
Bailey looked over clules to the connections. “Sloan we'll need you on standby there's a nasty cut on this poor girls arm”
Her voice was muffled to him and then a ringing followed as he stood there shocked. There was nothing on his face... It was just blank.
Derek looked up and staired at his best friend with rage and sadness. Of course the two had made up and it killed Derek that he had to keep Jason a secret but at the same time anger and resent fueled him.
“stay with Jason, Mark!” Derek yelled as he checked y/n's eyes. In the back of Mark's mind he wanted to know how he knew the kids name but at the same time he left like a mindless robot.
He left the room as tears pricked his eyes. He tried to control himself but he couldn't help but shake as his stomach turned. He felt his whole body move uncontrollably and before he knew it he had emptyed his stomach in the trash can behind the nurse's station. Due to the commotion in the ER he calmed down in peace. But only one person noticed Mark Hurling in the small trash can.
“dude, you okay?” the same small voice said from behind.
Mark's eyes went wide and quickly covered his mouth and turned around. He looked down and saw the same damn eyes stare back at him.
“you shouldn't be up... You could have a conceson or-r” he's started to stutter unprofessionally as he paced infront of the boy. Boy looked up at him like he was crazy.
“I'm fine... Where's my mom?”
Jason didn't get his awnser as Mark quickly pulled him out of way. The fith strecher of the night came barreling through almost missing the boy.
'how many heart attacks can this kid give me? I just met him' mark thought as he pulled he boy to his chest and out of harms way.
Mark knelt down infront of Jason holding his shoulders. “are you okay?”
The boy nodded and smiled. Mark's steal blue eyes widened as it was like looking in a mirror. His mouth opened but no words came out. At least to the boys knowledge as a familiar voice shouted over Mark's.
“Jason! There you are” Jason's eyes widen with relief. “Aunty Amy!” the boy ran to the female shepherd and hugged her tight. Amilea looked at Mark and sighed.
“Aunty Amy...” Mark said like he got the answer he wanted all night.
“is my mom okay?” Jason asked Amilea. Amilea sighed and picked him up and carried him into the waiting room where it was quite. Mark follow as he wanted more awnsers.
“so this is your aunt?” Mark asked softly. Jason nodded. “and I Have a Uncle that works here too, he's a knea-row.. A-a nurosurgeon” he nodded each syllable as he tried to pronounce the word.
Mark's heart skipped a beat. “how old are you?”
Amilea looked between the almost identical boys. She knelt infront of the seat Jason was setting in and talked over him.
“you don't have to awnser that” Jason looked confused as he looked at the two doctors.
Mark got impatient and frustrated with Amilea. He ignored the female Shepherd and looked at Jason... Only Jason.
“how old are you kid?”
“10...now where the heck is my mom!?” Mark covered his mouth and set down as the months and years all fell into place in his mind. He sat there speechless as Amilea turned to her Nephew.
“your mom has to have surgery... She hit her head pretty hard and Dr. Sloan here is gonna stich her arm up... She'll be all better in no time”
Jason looked down with teary eyes and a pouty lip. He sniffed and cried into her shoulder as Amilea picked him up.
“hey” she started and pulled her head back so she could see the boy thst was hiding in her neck. “your mamas tuff right?”
He nodded without a sound. “and Uncle Derek is the smartest doctor you know right?”
Jason nodded again and this time Amilea nodded with him. “well you got nothing to worry about... Everything will be fine”
Amilea looked at Mark. “you got a surgery to get to, right?” Mark nodded silently and stood up. “don't let her down again... Or him” Amilea mumbled as he robotically walked away
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“why didn't you tell me about Jason?” Mark asked as he stitched up y/n's arm. He felt his stomach turn as he did his best not to ruin the elephant tattoo she loved so much with stiches.
“I wanted to tell you but y/n thought it would be better if I didn't” Derek mumbled as he stopped her brain bleed.
Mark scoffed. He had no right to be mad at Derek but he was stood scared and almost relaved that Jason was his. He need to take his frustration out on some rather If it was far or not.
“I naver wanted to hurt her... Let alone loose her” Mark said. He regreted cheating on her since day one and no other woman could match up to her. There was no excuse to what he did but if he got a second chance he wouldn't screw it up.
“she was so broken and mad after addisson she thought you didn't deserve to know” Derek explained. “after she healed she was too scared to tell you... She didn't know how”
Mark looked down after he was done he bandaged up her arm and set next to her as Derek's words ran around his head. In his mind it was all his fault, he wished he could be with Jason since day one... He wished he could have asked y/n to marry him sooner instead of falling into Addison's clutches.
He still had the ring and he carried it around. He didn't know it was a coping mechanism or it was a symbol of the hope that still sparked inside of him.
After the surgery Mark walked into the waiting for with Derek. Mark sighed as he watched Jason and Amilea playing go-fish. Mark quietly knelt next to him and smiled.
“your mama isn't awake yet but do you want to see her?” jaosn nodded softly. Mark picked him up as Jason rubbed his eyes. Derek smiled softly and followed to make sure y/n was recovering properly.
“you gotta be quite, okay?” Mark told him. Jaosn nodded as Mark sat him down.
Mark opened the door and led Jason in. Jason remained quite as he smiled as his mom.
“can she hear me?”
“I like to think so” Derek said.
“hi mommy” jason whispered and placed his tiny hand on hers.
Jason sat with her for a bit longer and talked to her believing she could hear every word. Mark stayed the entire time to and set next to her. This isn't how he imagined spending time with his family but it was the first time he was in the same room with both of them.
At about midnight Derek and Meredith took Jason to their house to watch him while y/n recovers. Mark didn't leave though and he didn't plan on leaving anytime soon.
When He was sure they were alone he took her hand as tears started to fall. “you can't leave me... You can't leave jason”
“God he has your gorgeous eyes... And he's such a good kid... Reminds me of you” he whispered.
“I'm so sorry I hurt you... And when you wake up I'll spend the rest of our lives making it up to you and jason”
Mark didn't know how long he talked to her but before he knew it he feel asleep holding her hand. His deep slumber was interrupted in the early morning of the day but the bed shifting. He slow set up as he felt her squeeze his hand.
“Mark?” she looked so confused as she looked around.
He didn't know what possessed him but he chuckled with reilef as he leaned forward placing his lips to hers. It was quick kiss that held so much meaning.
“I'm so glad you're okay and jaosn perfectly fine he's with Derek and - and I'm missed you so much” Mark started to ramble and quickly stopped when he saw her softly chuckle.
“it's good to see you two Mark” she then looked at him with a serious expression. “I'm sorry I didn't tell you about Jason... I was just so mad and hurt... It wasn't fair to you”
He quickly shook his head. “you have nothing to be sorry for, I broke you and hurt you... And to be honest I've been miserable with out you”
“me too... I want you in jaosn's life” she admitted. Mark smiled. “Whatever you want... He's great kid and I wouldn't have it any other way”
Y/n smiled and grabed his hand. Tomorrow and the near future was uncertain but there was this silent reassurance that everything would be fine.
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deltafallers · 4 months
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DELTAFALLERS EP 1: MASTER LIST
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1 - "THE BEGINNING"
2 - WHERE THE [FIFTY PERCENT] OFF AM I?
3 - I KNOW KARATE!!
4 - THEY'RE BONDING!
5 - THEY'RE NOT BONDING.
6 - IT JUST GOES ON FOREVER!!
7 - WHAT A JERK.
8 - I WALKED IN A STRAIGHT LINE!!
9 - CLEVER LITTLE CLOWN
10 - MY FRIEND SEAM
11 - ITS NICE TO MEET YOU!
12 - HES NOT THAT BAD-
13 - DON'T TOUCH ME.
14 - UNKNOWN CALLER
15 - GARBAGE NOISE.
16 - NOWS YOUR CHANCE TO BE A BIG SHOT!
17 - I USED TO BE A BIG SHOT...
18 - AGAIN, DON'T TOUCH ME-
19 - OUT OF THE CLOSET WE GO!
20 - HE REALLY IS FROM BEFORE OUR LAST ENOUNTER...
21 - THE ALLURE OF CYBER CITY!
22 - ALRIGHT, IF THIS IS THE GAME YOU WANNA PLAY...
23 - STOP BEING A [BURDEN] AND HELP ME!
24 - A FAMILIAR TEMPER...
25 - I HAVE TO FIND HIM.
26 - THE ADDISONS P1
27 - THE ADDISONS P2
28 - YOU CAN'T EVEN SAY SORRY...
29 - NOW YOU'RE A BIG SHOT...
30 - HE'S ALWAYS BEEN LIKE THIS.
31 - A SECOND CHANCE.
32 - DO WHAT WILL MAKE YOU HAPPY, JEVIL.
33 - THANKS FOR LISTENING.
34 - FORGIVENESS
35 - LETS [CRASH A PARTY]!
36 - LET'S START SOME [CHAOS]!
37 - WE'RE LIVE!
38 - PARTY CRASHERS
39 - HE'S CALLING!
40 - HIS EYES...
41 - USEFUL [SILLY STRINGS]!
42 - A GENUINE SMILE.
43 - [HELLO, OLD FRIEND.]
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Farewell Hollywood U #10: And that's a wrap🖤
Chibi headshots by the lovely @/sherry_artwo on Instagram
I will miss this crew so much. They are each so amazing and special in their own way. I absolutely adore the stories they were apart of and the love for writing and creating they inspired in me. I know this isn't everyone, but these are the ones that I've included in my writing before.
I am so grateful to Pixelberry for giving us these characters for the time we had them. I will desperately miss them. I'm not ready to say goodbye to any of them. They will always hold a special place in my heart!
Thanks for the memories, Hollywood U!
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augustvandyne · 1 month
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not a request necessarily i just love talking about addison
imagine if youre really unwell during a shift and addison finds out and goes to see you. when she gets there her heart aches. you’re her best fellow and also…
smaller little imagine
i’m here
Addison hadn’t seen you for a few hours. Ever since your surgery a while ago, she hasn’t seen you roaming the halls. She imagined you were just tired, as the two of you didn’t get much sleep last night after another surgery, which took all night.
And truth be told, after any surgery you usually crash for an hour or two - even just after a routine procedure. But she was getting worried now because it’s nearing five hours and you still haven’t reappeared.
Not to mention you missed breakfast with her, and from the people she’s spoken with, you haven’t left the on-call room you entered earlier.
Izzie offered to show her to the on-call room she spotted you entering earlier today. She stops in front of the door, “She should be in there.”
“Thank you, Dr. Stevens. I owe you,” Addison presses her lips together in a tight and anxious smile.
“It’s no problem, really,” Izzie nods vigorously. “I am just as worried about her as you are.”
Addison takes a deep breath and tries to reassure herself that nothing is wrong with you, but is unable to calm her nerves. The only person who is able to do that these days is you.
She furrows her eyes and prays you’re just sleeping as she opens the door with a creak. On the other side of the door is you laying in a fetal position on the bed. She tilts her head trying to figure out what’s wrong with you, and it comes to her when you let out a strangled cough.
Addison moves to sit on the end of the bed, her gentle hand coming to soothingly rub your shoulder.
“Mm,” You roll over towards her, your face coming to smoosh itself into her side. “I’m tired, Addie.”
“I see,” Addison nodded and ran her hand through your hair. It was damp with sweat and her suspicions came true when she turned her hand over to put on your forehead. “I think you’re sick, darling.”
“No,” You shake your head. “I can’t be. We have surgeries to get to. What time is it?”
“Uh..” Addison looks at her phone, seeing it’s about ten in the morning. “Five hours?”
“What?!” You try to sit up, but you begin to get dizzy so you have to lay back down.
“It’s okay, I promise,” Addison’s hands make their way back to your scalp.
“Just give me a few minutes,” One of your hands makes it to Addison’s thigh, and her other hand comes down to hold yours.
“No, you need to rest,” She squeezes your hand reassuringly.
You groan.
“Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t feeling good?” Addison frowns down at you. “I would have let you sit a surgery out.”
“Because I felt much better earlier,” You promised. “My throat was a little sore, but now I feel like death. I don’t know if I can stand without passing out.”
“Well it’s a great thing you’re surrounded by doctors, now, isn’t it?” Addison moves a piece of your hair and tucks it behind your ear. “How about you just rest for a few more hours and we’ll reevaluate after.”
Addison moves to get up, but you attempt to pull her back, and she looks at you with her eyebrows raised.
“Please stay,” You cry softly. “Your skin is cold and I’m hot.”
“Okay,” Addison gives in, sliding under the covers beside you. “I’ll cancel my surgeries for the next few hours, okay? We’ll push them back.”
You lay your head on Addison’s chest so you can feel her heart beating - there’s a weird comfort to it - and her arms wrap around your shoulders to hold you against her.
“Wait we have that big surgery later—“ You try to sit up again, but Addison pulls you back to her chest.
“I don’t care,” Addison says. “If you need me here, I’m here.”
“Okay,” Your hand finds a sliver of skin that is exposed from her scrub top lifting, and it rests there.
Addison swallows nervously, trying to ignore how good your hand feels on hers as she pulls her phone out to text Callie to let her know to cancel all her surgeries.
Because her heart ached for you, and if you wanted or needed her, she would be there in a heartbeat.
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januaryembrs · 2 months
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SAVIOUR | Bucky Barnes x reader
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Request: Hi congratulations on 1k!!!! Could i request a drabble for Bucky where he and reader like each other but are dancing around their feelings so reader tries to go on a date but it goes south and bucky's there to help? (yes i know this is a cliche but i am hopeless okay 😭)
Description: Bucky comforts you in between the odd grey area the two of you had found yourself in.
word count: 1.35k
trigger warnings: bad date, stalking behaviour, fem!reader
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You shut your apartment door quietly, hoping the latch wouldn’t wake Mrs Addison across the hall, knowing you didn’t have time to receive an earful and catch your bus. 
You were already running late, this did not look good on a first date. 
You all but stumbled down the stairs in the high heels that had immediately been a mistake, but in the interest of making it to the restaurant on time, what were a few bruised shins?
You’d kept it together pretty well, for a woman who was multitasking between texting and running, and as luck would have it, it wasn’t until the final three steps that one of your ankles finally gave out, an ailment you’d been asking for. A short squeal left your throat, one hand flying out to try stop the damage the hard floor would inflict to your freshly brushed teeth, only to crash into a warm wall of muscle that seemed to groan on impact. 
Gaze snapping to your saviour, you met the icy blue eyes you tended to stare at as you both waited for your laundry, or even as you collected your mail, waited for the lift together. 
“James,” You breathed in relief, your heart hammering behind your chest at the near miss, and the word had a polite smile spreading on the quiet man’s face, “My god, you must have like superspeed or something, I didn’t even see you,” 
Bucky bit back the urge to snigger and reply with ‘Or something,’ his words dying in his mouth as he took in your outfit, the way the eyeshadow sat prettily on your lids, your lips painted a mauve that matched your necklace. 
“Off out?” He said after a moment, and it was then he realised he still had you hugged tight to his chest where leaped into action the second he’d seen your heel swerve. 
Truthfully he’d been just checking his mailbox, though he’d hoped the loud clicking of shoes running down the stairs would be you. And as luck would have it, it was. He’d wanted to tease you for clearly running late as he heard you cursing under your breath, wanted to joke that high heels were not a good option for an evening jog. He’d prepared himself to be funny, smoothe, the way he would have been before Hydra had him.
He still had an effect on women, he wasn’t blind and he certainly wasn’t dumb, but something about you made every suave move he might possibly pull fly out of his head all with just one of those smiles. 
The same one you gave him now, as he gently set you down on wobbly knees, hoping you couldn’t feel the way his muscles tense beneath your fingertips as they clutched his shirt. 
“Ye-yeah I got a date, and I’m late,” You replied, flicking a glance at your watch, before looking back at him with a snicker, “That rhymed,” 
He smiled, though he felt his heart stutter for a moment at the word date, a little green monster writhing in jealous as he looked at you again. You were dressed so pretty for someone else, were you trying to get lucky, were you going to bring him back here-
Bucky tried not to clench his jaw as he saw you pacing backwards towards the front door to your building, your own unreadable expression when he took a second to answer. You didn’t understand why you’d felt so guilty running into him, quite literally, when you were on your way out. As far as neighbours went, James was great. He watched your cat when you went to visit your parents out of state for a week, sent you cute little reminders when your washing was ready, he even baked you some poor attempt at banana bread the day he moved in, though you were quick to tell him you were pretty sure it was supposed to be the other way around. 
So, if he was just your great neighbour James, why did you feel so… dirty running off to see someone else. 
You were pretty sure you knew why, and the only remedy for it was a hefty dose of denial. 
“You going to be home late?” It wasn’t unusual for him to ask; another reason he was such a good neighbour, he checked in on you on the nights he knew you walked home from work, when the street lights were the only thing between you and any no good delinquent looking for a pretty lady and her purse. That is, unless they wanted the man who had seventy six years worth of rage pent up inside him on their ass. 
“Uh, probably. I’ll shoot you a text when I’m home safe,” Texting, another thing you’d been quick to pull him up on, eventually showing him how to open his messages, to which he had three from Sam asking if he was around, how his therapy was going, things like that, and two from you asking if he had spare eggs and if he’d heard the car alarm wailing down the street. “Gotta dash, have a good night, James,” 
You gave him a warm smile, almost forgetting the time entirely as you watched him grab for his own apartment door, waving back at you with soft eyes. 
“Be safe, doll,” He called after you as you pushed the glass open and step out into the cold night air. 
He waited by his cell phone for three hours before he convinced himself to sleep. 
Bucky damn near jumped out of his skin, at the sound of small knocks on his door, his super hearing making them sound like fists were pounding on the wood, the desperation clear even without his enhanced senses. 
He scrambled to look for his phone, another few knocks rattling his doorway as he caught a missed message from you sent ten minutes ago. 
I’m on my way home. Date was a mess. Walking to the bus stop now!
His heart plummeted, all but throwing the blanket off his legs as he headed for the door, hoping it was in fact you who had woken him and not a Mrs Anderson complaining about the sound of the TV coming through the floorboards again. 
Just as he’d hoped, he swung his front door open to reveal you, a little shaken and wide eyed as your gaze snapped from the glass foyer to where he drank the sight of you in with an alertness only a soldier could know. 
“James! I’m so sorry to wake you up, I know its late,” It wasn’t, it was barely ten. But the guilt had eaten you up anyway with every knock on his door, “My date turned out to be a total bonehead, and when I tried leaving, he followed me- I- I don’t want to go home alone,” You said, voice shaking as you kept flicking a glance over your shoulder to where the outside seemed a little too dark for comfort. 
Bucky couldn’t hear anything, couldn’t see anything moving outside except for the bushes blowing in the autumn breeze, but he was never going to tell you that when you seemed so frightened and jumpy, all but rooted in your spot. 
“I know it’s a lot to ask, but you wouldn’t mind if I stayed-”
“Ofcourse,” Bucky cut you off too quickly, stepping aside to let you into the apartment without question. He watched you falter for a moment, your eyes softening as if the weight of the evening melted away and you could finally take a real breath, the relief palpable in your expression. He was barely expecting you to throw your arms around his waist, but he caught you quickly, pulling you into him the same way he had before you’d even left the building. “Anything to keep you safe, doll,” He said, shutting the door behind the two of you as he let a hand card down your spine, stroking until he felt the muscles there relax too. 
“You really are my saviour, James,” You said into his chest, tucking your face further into his warmth. 
He knew then he was really a goner.
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