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[specialagentlokitty]

Mark sloan x reader - lasting feelings

When you get the chance, could you possibly write something for GA Mark Sloan with prompt no. 15? I didn’t really have a plot in mind but I feel like it could suit Mark. - Anon💜

15. “I still remember the time we had our first kiss.” “You do?” “Of course I do.”

Years.

That’s how long it had been since you saw your best friend. The last time you saw him was years ago, and when he moved to Seattle you were pleasantly shocked.

Grabbing your jacket you tossed it on and jogged downstairs, tossing your helmet on you jumped on your back and quickly made your way to the hospital.

Parking outside, you jumped off and made your way inside towards reception.

“Hey, I’m looking for Derek Shepherd.”

“Oh, can I ask for a name I’ll let him know.” The lady smiled.

You opened your mouth and before you could tell her you felt someone tap your shoulder.

Spinning around, you came face to face with the man you were looking for.

“(Y/N).”

“Derek!”

You quickly pulled him in for a hug and beamed from ear to ear.

Letting him go, you stuffed one hand into your pocket and grabbed your helmet with the other one.

“It’s been a while, lunch?” He asked.

“Sure.”

Derek led you to the cafe and got you something to eat and you looked around with a small smile on your face.

“Been a while since I had crappy hospital food.”

“Sorry, I’m on duty.” He laughed.

“It’s cool, you know that Der. So what’s up?”

He filled you on everything that happened, he met someone knew, divorced his wife and he was happy.

And it made you happy because all you wanted for him was the best.

“How about you? You left a few years before I did.”

You smiled sadly and shrugged slightly.

“I guess I couldn’t bare the fact the man I loved was in love with my best friends wife.”

“Mark?”

You gave a small him and nodded your head, taking a sip of your coffee.

“You don’t know?” Derek asked.

“Know what?”

“He’s here.”

Looking at Derek in shock, you looked around the cafe before turning back to him.

“He works here?”

“Yeah. I don’t know why he came, he didn’t seem interested in Addison.”

“It’s Mark, so god knows.”

You nodded your head again and laughed slightly.

“He’ll never change I suppose.”

“Nope. So, what brought you here?”

“Work. It was the best opportunity I had in a while, great money.”

Derek smiled and you guys talked for a little bit longer until his pager went.

Offering you an apologetic smile, he quickly stood up.

“Don’t worry I’ve got this, go!”

“I’ll text you later!”

With that, he was gone and you started to tidy everything up.

Once you were done, you grabbed you helmet and started to make you back towards the front when someone else called your name.

In confusion, you stopped and turned around.

Mark stood there in utter shock and the pair of your stared one another for a few minutes

Your heart pounded in your chest.

“Sorry… I’ve got to go…”

With that, you quickly ran away towards your bike but before you could jump on it and leave Mark grabbed your hand.

“Wait!”

He let go and stood in front of your bike, hands resting on the handle bars.

“Wait.. please… let’s talk…”

“About what?”

Leaning against your bike, you crossed your arms over your chest as you frowned at him.

He gave you a small smile.

“So how’re you?”

“Really? That’s what you want to talk about?”

“No.. not really?”

You sighed.

“Then what mark?”

“I just… I wanted to apologise…”

This got your attention.

Never had Mark Sloan apologised in his entire life, for anything.

“Why?”

“Because I broke your heart… I didn’t.. I had no clue you loved me..”

“Yeah..”

Placing his hands on your cheeks, you gave you the warmest of smiles.

“I still remember the time we had our first kiss.”

“You do?“

Laughing, mark nodded his head and kissed your forehead.

“Of course I do.”

“I screwed up, and I realised it too late. I screwed up Addisons and Derek’s marriage, but I don’t want to screw this up…”

“Mark you’re a whore, you sleep with anything with a pulse. That’s not someone I want…”

“Then.. I’ll stop! I won’t sleep with a single soul!”

“You won’t?”

“Not unless it’s you.”

You thought about this for a moment.

You’d loved mark for years, but could he really hold his promise up?

“Three months.”

“What?”

“Three months. No sex, no dates, no other women and I’ll go on a date with you.”

“Yes! Deal!”

Mark quickly hugged you and you smiled and hugged him back.

This was either going to be the best idea of your life or the worst one you’d ever had

#greys anatomy x you #greys anatomy x reader #greys anatomy imagine #greys anatomy mark sloan #greys anatomy #mark sloan imagine #mark sloan x reader

[ghostofskywalker]

Congratulations on 3k followers! I'm a simp for your platonic bucky x reader so can pls I request a fic where Bucky comforts her after a stressful day? Like maybe they didn't do well in an exam or a friend/family member yelled at her about something and he's protective and takes care of them ( fem or gn reader btw, whatever you feel like) just cute besties watching a movie and cuddling after a bad day :( only if you want to ofc! and congratulations again <3

thank you so much!! i hope you enjoy this, i do love writing bucky and the reader as platonic besties :)

note: it is referenced that the reader is in college in this fic, but they are going back to school to continue their education and their age range is purposefully vague. it's up to you to decide whether they're going to grad school or just finishing their undergrad degree :)

words: 1,039

summary: after a failed exam, you just want to sulk for a while. your best friend isn't going to let that happen, even if it takes a little bribery.

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Days Like This

The sound of your bag hitting the floor of your room echoed in your ears, and you wanted nothing more than to disappear, but unfortunately, you Avengering-abilities lay in telekinesis rather than invisibility. 

It seemed like today was destined to be one of those days where nothing worked out the way you wanted it to, and you were counting down the hours until the clock struck midnight and the universe granted you another day, one that you desperately hoped would be better than the one you were currently enduring. 

Collapsing facedown on the bed, you let out a groan that could probably be heard halfway down the hall, but you didn’t care. You didn’t run into anyone on the way in, so it was more than likely most of the team was out at this point. Missions sometimes only required a few operatives, and other members of the team also occasionally attended events and things outside the compound. 

You closed your eyes and sighed, the sound coming out muffled from the pillow your face rested upon. Making the challenging decision to go back to school and advance your education past what it already was something that you were proud to do, but there were also days like this, when you seriously considered dropping out and moving to the middle of nowhere to become a farmer. You could have a pager for when the Avengers needed you, but other than that, you could be off the grid. 

The sound of someone knocking at your door pulled you out of the negative spiral your brain had concocted, and you briefly picked your head up from the pillow. “Who is it?” you asked, your voice very clearly betraying that you were not in a great mood at the moment. 

“Let me in,” Bucky’s voice was the one that came through the door, and you should have expected that it would be him. 

But as much as you cared about your best friend, you didn’t really want to talk to anyone right now. “No.” 

You could hear him huff slightly before speaking again. “But I have something for you.” 

Clearly whatever he had was an attempt at bribery, and you were sad to say that it was working. “What is it?” 

“A cupcake.”

You told FRIDAY to open the door to your room and sat up to look at Bucky. In his hands was a clear container that held a single cupcake. The mound of frosting that sat atop the confection was making your mouth water, and you reached out to grab it from him. 

“Nope,” he said, holding the treat up out of your reach. “Not until you take a deep breath and talk to me about what’s wrong.” 

You glared at him, but he didn’t relent. “Why does going back to school have to be some difficult?” you asked, shaking your head. “I found out that I failed one of my exams today. And I don’t know if it’s going to affect whether or not I pass this class, and everything is just just piling up.” 

Bucky sat down next to you on the bed, and as promised, held out the little container. As you freed your prize from its plastic prison, he contemplated what to say. “I can’t pretend to think I know anything about this,” he said. “But why don’t we try to get your mind off it for a little while? Watch a movie or something, what do you say?” 

The hopeful look on his face was something you didn’t want to deny, because you knew he cared. You also clearly recognized the strategy, as when Bucky would pull away from everyone else and start to blame himself for the terrible things that happened to him, you were the one who showed up at his door with takeout and forced him to do something fun. It was just the way your friendship worked, and you couldn’t really say no to him when the idea of a movie night on the couch was at stake. 

All it took was half a nod from you, and the smile on his face had already grown. “Alright, what are you waiting for?” he asked. “And I’ll even let you pick the movie tonight.” 

You raised your eyebrows. “Isn’t it my turn to pick the movie anyway?” 

Dodging your judgemental glare by quickly getting up and practically running out of the room, you could hear him call for you to follow. The laugh that escaped your mouth at your best friend’s antics was a welcome change from the sighs that had been characterizing your entire day so far, and you started thinking about what movie you wanted to watch as you walked out of your room. 

One movie turned into a double feature, and soon the two of you had fallen asleep on the couch, sprawled out in awkward positions and laying over each other. The troubles of the day had long slipped your mind, and you were incredibly grateful for Bucky (even if you knew admitting it would mean enduring some gentle teasing). 

***

The next morning, when you finally went back to your room to grab your phone, an email notification on the lockscreen caught your attention. It was from your professor, with the subject line “Recent Exam.” 

I was going through the grades on the most recent exam, and noticed your score was quite a bit lower than usual. I am more than happy to schedule a day for you to retake it if you want, and we can even meet to discuss some of the topics you were unsure about if you’d like. If there is anything else I can do to help you, please let me know. 

The boulder of stress and anxiety that was sitting on your chest was suddenly gone, and you took a deep breath and reread the email once more, to make sure it was in fact real and not just a cruel joke the universe was playing on you. 

Bucky was right, and you wanted to thank him in some way. Maybe when he woke up, you could go out for breakfast. The two of you deserved giant stacks of pancakes at this point.

- the end -

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[karmic-vibes]

Paging Nurse Harrington

prompt: part 2 to this one-shot. lmk if you want a part 3!

cw: mentions or drug and alcohol use, mentions of AIDS

wc: 1.4k

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

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“So, how much of that night do you remember?” Steve chuckled, taking a sip of his beer.  “Honestly not much,” Eddie honestly answered. “I do remember, however, checking out your ass in your scrubs.”

“Pfft,” Steve scoffed.

“What? It’s nice, sue me,” he defended.

“Whatever you say, freak.”

“So what made you wanna go into nursing?”

“I dunno… they’re the ones that actually do the patient care. They’re the ones that are hands on and changing lives. That always resonated with me.”

“Wow, I love that. Good for you.” Steve nodded and blushed up to his ears. “You okay, cutie?” He brushed a strand of Steve’s overgrown hair behind his ears.

“Yeah, um, yeah. It’s just you’re the first person I’ve ever spoken to who didn’t ask me why I didn’t become a doctor instead.”

“Fuck doctors, what the hell do they know. Nurses are hotter, anyways.” Eddie finished off his beer and promptly ordered another. “You know, I was genuinely debating trying to get hospitalized again go see you.”

“Well that would’ve been stupid,” Steve laughed.

“Nothing serious! Just saying I need a chest x-ray or something.”

“You really wanted to see me again that badly?”

“I did,” Eddie blushed. “You’re smart and cute… what’s not the like?”

“You’re not too bad to look at either, Munson.”

“So, you have a boyfriend… girlfriend… partner… or anything by any chance?”

“Nope. Super duper, totally and embarrassingly single. Have been since high school.”

“How‽”

“What do you mean how?”

“You’re gorgeous. Lord, if I knew you back then, I would’ve scooped you right up and never let you go. You’d be my little arm candy on the road,” he teased.

“While that’s sweet of you,” Steve rolled his eyes and smirked, “I would’ve still gone to undergrad to be a nurse.”

“Fine, fine, suit yourself.”

“After all, someone’s gotta save you from your stupid decisions.”

“Hey,” Eddie laughed. “Not fair.”

“What do you mean? It’s totally fair!”

The two continued to talk all night and closed down the bar. They exchanged phone and pager numbers to stay in touch with one another. And with that, they went their separate ways.

However, the weeks went on and Steve never heard from Eddie, despite trying to contact him several times. What a fool he was, thinking someone—especially someone like Eddie—would have an interest in him.

Before Steve knew it, it was a month later and he was back working his dreadful double weekend shift. He sat at intake, filing through his reports, trying to get them in order. All of a sudden, a stretcher came crashing through the door, making a beeline for the trauma room.

He stood up from his seat, trying to get a glance of what happened, but it was no luck. He hadn’t heard anything incoming on the EMS radio, so he was left to ponder. That was, until Dr. Wheeler called him over to help out.

That’s when he saw him.

Edward J. Munson. Absolutely drugged out of his mind, knocking on death’s door.

Steve muttered a string of curses to himself before helping everyone pump fluids and any possible drugs to reverse his symptoms. With a valiant effort from the entire care staff, he was finally stable. Steve sighed with relief when his vitals became normal again, but he was beyond fuming that he hadn’t heard from him in over a month.

“Harrington,” Dr. Wheeler sighed. “Babysitting duty. Page me or send security when he wakes up. Joyce will be around with your paperwork when she does her next vitals round.”

“Yup, I know the drill,” he frowned.

“Good. See you when he wakes up.”

“Mhmm.”

Steve sat in the chair, head in his hands, as he glared at the man who was speaking nothing but praises at him four weeks ago.

What changed? Was it something said? Something he did? Who knows—all he knew was that Eddie Munson was a fucking jerk.

Joyce came and went, dropping off Steve’s mountain of care reports. He powered through each of them, glancing up at Eddie every now and them. As Steve scribbled down a narrative, he neglected to see Eddie’s eyes flutter open (albeit, one at a time).

“Hey, cutie,” he beamed.

“Jesus,” Steve scoffed. He paged Dr. Wheeler as he stood up to feel Eddie’s pulse.

“Yer so pretty,” he giggled.

“Save it,” Steve snapped.

“What’d I do?” he slurred.

“You never called me back, asshole.”

“Did too!”

“No, you didn’t!”

“Did tooooo,” Eddie whined.

“No, you– actually, you know what, I’m not having this argument with you.”

“Welcome back, Eddie. How unfortunate to see you again.”

“Hi, pretty lady,” he smiled.

“How’s he doing, Harrington?”

“He’s fine. Tweaked out, but fine.”

“Good, we’ll move him into a room when one becomes available. Stay with him for the rest of the shift, okay?”

“Mhmm, yeah, whatever.”

“Great, thanks,” she smiled, walking out of the room.

Steve looked back to Eddie and he was passed out yet again. He counted his respirations and checked his pulse—all was normal. Eddie was moved into a proper room around four in the morning, and he stirred himself awake around five to vomit his guts out. Steve did the same thing he did last time—tied his hair into a bun, rubbed his back, and cleaned his face. Once the vomit basin was disposed on, Steve sat back down in his chair, looking Eddie in the eyes.

“How’re you feeling?” he asked.

“Shitty,” Eddie mumbled. “How’re you, pretty boy?”

“Don’t call me that.”

“What not?”

“Because you never fucking called me, jerk.”

“To be fair, I have good reason.”

“What possible reason could there be‽ You ignored all my calls and all my pages for a month!”

“Steve–”

“I mean really, Eddie, if you didn’t want to go out with me, you should’ve just said.”

“I did wanna go out with you. Hell, I still wanna go out with you, but I can’t.”

“Why not?” Eddie continued laying on his left side, chest heaving, as tears pooled in his eyes. “Why not, Eddie?” Steve’s voice was harsh; it had a certain bite to his words.

“I’m sick,” he whispered.

“What? What do you mean you’re sick? If you mean your addiction, there’s rehab for that and therapy and–”

“Steve…” Tears streamed down Eddie’s face.

“Yeah?”

“Do the math,” he sniffed. “I’m a gay drug addict… one that’s not very bright…”

“Oh…” Steve’s face fell.

“Oh… so, I’m sorry for not calling. I figured it was for the better.”

“Eddie… I… I had no idea.”

“Me either, but I got a letter in the mail with some test results the day after we had drinks. I just couldn’t bring myself to call you afterwards. I’m sorry.” He picked off the pilling on the hospital sheets. “And to think, I wanted so bad to take you home and sleep with you. I’m so, so fucking grateful I didn’t.”

“Me too… I guess not being too desirable has its perks,” Steve huffed.

“Not desirable?” Eddie’s voice was gruff, cracking near the end of the question. “Steve, you are the most attractive man I have ever seen. The only reason I didn’t take you home is because I wanted to see you again… I respected you too much to sleep with you on the first date. O-Or whatever you wanna call it.”

Steve sat in silence for a bit, trying to process the news Eddie had given him. He threw his glasses on his head and aggressively rubbed his eyes. He slumped back in the chair, bringing his glasses down to their rightful spot, and let out a deep sigh.

“I’d like to go out with you again,” Steve said.

“What?” Eddie whispered.

“So you have AIDS—who cares. You’re in the second wave… they’ll find a cure,” Steve smiled. “If, and hopefully when, we sleep together, we’ll be sure to wear protection. If we’re cooking or something and you get cut, I’ll throw on some gloves and clean you up. We can do this,” he said.

Eddie’s eyes welled up with tears as he reached out for Steve’s hand. He sniffed a few times before trying to speak again.

“I’m gonna get sick, y’know.”

“I know.”

“Like, really sick.”

“I don’t care. I like you, Eddie… I like you a lot. I’m willing to try if you are.”

“Yeah… I think I am…”

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taglist: @steviesbicrisis

a/n: sorry for the sadness

#eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #eddie st4 #eddie stranger things #gay #st4 #lgbtq #lgbt pride #steddie #Netflix #joseph quinn #joe kerry #aids epidemic

[skyvaikers]

babied [ sergeant hunter ]

SUMMARY — you’re gravely injured and hunter doesn’t take the information well to begin with.

WARNINGS — fem!reader, injury, angst, fluff, established relationship between reader and hunter

REQUESTED — @sargenthunterswife

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IT WASN’T THAT BAD, RIGHT? you didn’t think it was, at least. tech kept saying it was a life threatening injury, but you weren’t dead, so you weren’t too worried about it.

hunter, on the other hand, almost lost his cool. it was sweet that he cared so much about you, but he didn’t need to freak out. you were fine.

“hunter, babe, i’m fine,” you reassured him as you laid on a table in the back room at cid’s. he didn’t look amused.

“y/n, you were stabbed. three times.” he reminded you. like you needed reminding.

“i’m aware,”

“can you at least be serious about this? you could have died!” he snapped. upon realization of what he said and how he said it, his face immediately softened.

“i’m sorry, i’m just worried,” he sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. you understood that feeling, being worried over your significant other. your boyfriend threw himself at the face of danger every waking moment. you were all too familiar with that feeling.

“i am being serious about it though. joking about it helps me cope,” you replied with a weak smile.

the throbbing in your abdomen only increased with every movement you made, so even something as small as adjusting yourself sent fire down your body. it almost made you sick from how bad it hurt, but you tried to put on a brave face for the batch.

“i can see how well that’s going,” tech decided to add his two cents in, which made both you and hunter shoot him a glare.

—

it’s been a few days since your incident, and you were still in pain. you tried to walk, though that rarely ever worked. not just because of the pain but because hunter wouldn’t let you.

“hunter, i can walk on my own,” you told him as you stood up, bracing yourself on the walls.

“absolutely not,” he gently had you sit down back on your cot. you glared up at him. you hated being babied.

“i’m not a baby,”

“i’m also well aware,” he smirked. you bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from smiling; he knew what he was doing.

“then that means i can make my own food,” you countered.

“nope,”

“go outside,”

“absolutely not,”

“what about changing my bandages?”

“that’s what i’m here for,” he finished. as much as you hated being treated like you were useless, you understood why.

“look, i know you’re independent and that’s one of the reasons i fell in love with you, but you scared me. i don’t want to lose you like i almost did a few days ago,” his voice was low as he knelt down in front of you, taking your hands in his. you squeezed his hands, running your thumbs over his knuckles.

“i know. i was being stupid, and i’m sorry i worried you,” you admitted softly.

“you weren’t being stupid. reckless, maybe, but not stupid,” he smiled. he reached up and kissed your forehead. he stood up, making his way into the main part of the bar.

“so, what do you want to eat?” he called, making you shake your head with a smile.

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some hunter fluff for ya! gonna be honest i’m in SUCH a writing mood and it’s a bad time to be because i have a 7 pager due this week 😭 and no, i didn’t procrastinate, it was assigned today (monday.) so, i’ll be sobbing for the rest of the week. anyways, i hope y’all enjoy your week and i hope you enjoyed this crystal!!

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[drkcnry67]

Title: don't think, just do

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Spn kink: nude Photography

Tags: nude photoshoot, doing sex poses without the sex, getting back to hotel room and confessing your feelings, vaginally penatration, cum in pussy, not all this may be in the story but tagging it just to be safe

Rating 18+

Summery nope

Created for @spnkinkevents

James: alright you 2 act natural and forget the cameras we want reality not fake...

Jensen leans down and whispers in your ear faintly

Jensen: don't think, just do...

------- woah woah woah I'm getting ahead here let me start again...

I believe it was a Tuesday... you were at work and you get a call on your cell from your best friend... the call went like this...

Yn: hello

Jensen: what's up girl

Yn: not much just getting ready to take my lunch what's up

Jensen: I need you to tell your boss that you are needed out of town at a photoshoot this afternoon and possibly the rest of the week

Yn: sounds good text me the dets anything specific I need

Jensen: nope I have your stuff now hurry our flight is in 2 hours

Yn: okay okay geez stay on the line

You walk to the office of your boss and other best friend.

Yn: okay girl major news, Jensen is on mute right now but he has asked me to ask you to excuse me from work for the rest of the week so he can whisk me away to a secret photoshoot

Jamie: well that sounds like fun alright you can go just keep your laptop and pager on you and check in please. Oh and yn have fun!

You give her a hug and you walk out of the office and to your desk. You take Jensen off mute as you pack your laptop and paperwork and other such things.

Yn: have you sent a car

Jensen simply laughs

Jensen: please I'm downstairs myself

Yn: yay!!!!!! I'm coming I am just waiting for this stupid slow elevator.

Jensen: alright see you shortly

You hang up the phone and stuff it in your bag... the elevator ride was a nightmare cause every second floor someone either got on or off... it took forever to say the least.

Yn(to self): I really need a new job.

Jensen(to self): I really hope this is the time all the feelings come out. I really hope I can say it this time.

You come out of the building at that moment and are now walking towards his car. He gets out to open the door to the car.

Jensen: you Missy need to get into the car we are gonna be very very late

Yn: relax geez don't pester me about us being late we are gonna be on time and we are gonna be at the airport with plenty of time

Jensen uh huh okay just get your ass in the car so we can go.

You sit down and he shuts the door, he walks round to the driver side and gets into the carhe shifts from park to drive and takes off.

Yn: so what kind of photo shoot is this

Jensen: one I wasn't sure if you would have said yes too on your own.

Jensen hands you a envelope as he stops at a red light

Jensen: all the information is in the envelope and know that this is not gonna be seen by anyone know that this is just a photoshoot know that this is probably the most risky photoshoot either of us have ever/will ever do.

You look at him and then you open the envelope inside is a letter which simply reads:

"You are hereby invited to partner with us in a trial run of our new photoshoot scenario, I want to stress that these photos will not be seen by anyone but you and your partner and I want to stress that this is a one time thing unless you guys want to do more. We are also handsomely rewarding you guys for this it is gonna be kinda tricky but with some prep work it will go smoothly. Welcome to the trial run nude photoshoot! Please come as you are we don't judge we are simply testing this out to see if we can capture the natural photos of humanity. We will see you in 2 days time at the penthouse suite of the grand royal hotel where we will begin photography tests as you guys act naturally! See you soon!"

You pull a punch towards jensens shoulder, he flinches as he slowed down to turn into the valet section of the airport.

Jensen: geez what the fuck yn

Yn: what the fuck is wrong with you how could you not tell me sooner about this.

Jensen: would you honestly have come with me if I had told you sooner.

Yn: probably not but still how could you think I would have not punched you for this.

Jensen: fair point but you should take it as a compliment ad to the fact that I chose to bring you with me above anyone else. Besides think of it as an adventure.

Yn: you owe me big time for this.

Jensen smiles devilishly

Jensen: kinda thought you might say that so I booked us some fun things to do when we are in between shoots... gonna go to the zoo, aquarium, get lost in the park, take in some shows, visit a museum, a spa day... all sorts of fun things.

Yn: wow you really planned this out.

Jensen: I knew you wouldn't be very happy bout this otherwise. But I'm happy you are coming with... it's gonna be great! Trust me

You looked at him with an arched eye brow

Yn: okay fine but you prepare yourself for the best photoshoot of your life.

Jensen: I look forward to this!

Only moments later Jensen pulled up to valet in the airport parking...

Jensen: here's the frequent parking card charge the card on file and park it in the shade

Valet: right away sir

You feel Jensen take your hand as you both take your bags to the check in and you both are met with a very grumpy lady.

She yells and screams and causes you and Jensen grief till she orders you both to be placed under quarantine.

Security guards come and give you both a pat down ask your names, see your id's and your passports and once they realize there is no issues they personally see you both through the security gates to your boarding area.

Once in the boarding area you and Jensen go to browse the shops.

Yn: dude how awesome would I look in this

Jensen looks at what your holding

Jensen: wonderful, you should get a few of them it wouldn't hurt to have extras or other colors

Yn: of course duh, take this one and go pay ill bring the other colors to the counter shortly

Jensen takes the bikini to the counter and takes a glance in the case of jewelry

Jensen looks back at your form and makes sure your not coming this way.

Jensen: how much for those couples bands

Cashier: what sizes would you require sir

Jensen: a men's 10 and a woman's 9 and a ring box please

Cashier: for the 2 rings its $245 the ring box is free, how many bikinis as well

Jensen: one of each color

Cashier: very good anything else

Jensen: looks like she's bringing a few more things if you can wait a few moments.

Cashier: of course sir shall I put the ring box in the bag or would you like to pay for it seperately

Jensen: separately please before she comes over here

Cashier: will that be cash or card?

Jensen: here's 250 keep the change

Cashier: thank you sir here's the box I'd suggest you hide it before she gets here

Jensen shoves the box into his backpacks hidden back pocket

You come up to the counter and place everything on the counter.

Jensen: and you think we need all of that?

Jensen asks you as you turn to face him while the cashier scans everything in

Yn: yes all very necessary and will definitely come in handy besides its not like it won't get used

jensen was just watching you like a cat in a box. he was sure you were the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. but paying for the stuff and leaving the store you both walked back to the suitcases.

*to speed this up a bit: you and jensen repack everything new into the existing piles of stuff. you both now prepare to board in the first group as now time has flown by. You both boarded and set up in comfort. Take off went smooth, the flight though long was surprisingly comfortable. Landing you guys got off and went to find the car they said would be waiting for you guys. Find it you did, traveling to the hotel, your bags being unloaded for you, checking in was already done, you both sat in the hotel room unaware the crews would soon be upon you as you both sit at the table playing a game of black jack. there was a knock on the hotel room door. this is where we go to now*

jensen goes to open the door and a bunch of production crew and photographers and people walk in. you put the card deck away and take a deep breath as you go to now stand beside jensen.

carol: i assume you are the famous jensen and yn it is such a great pleasure to meet you both. it is so great you both could be here so quickly.

jensen: its no trouble it is our greatest pleasure that you chose us for this.

yn: jensen said he would make it worth my while as he didnt tell me right away what this was.

Carol: how long have you guys been...

You look at her and then at Jensen and shake your head.

Yn: we are best friends grew up together all through school where I went he went and vise versa

Carol: that's lovely alright the chemistry is good in this room so let's get started

By this point the hotel room had been locked and the crew had finished setting up the photography equipment and then 2 areas of change if we didn't feel comfortable stripping in front of eachother.

Yn: we should be okay right Jensen?

Jensen: ya we will be fine but maybe keep those up incase it might be fun to use those

You smile lightly though the love you felt for Jensen was shining through it made your heart sing every single time he spoke.

Carol: alright crew let's give these 2 a minute to compose and strip down grab the rest of the stuff from the back and set up what each pose is gonna be.

Yn: or Jensen and I could just do what we feel is natural! Your letter if I red it correctly said we just act natural!

Carol thinks for a moment on your words as you have placed your shoes on the chair

Carol: I love it fly on the wall photoshoot is its term!!!! I'm so excited!

You turn to Jensen as he now has his hand on his shirt starting to unbutton it.

Jensen: what's wrong

Yn: I'm nervous

Jensen places his hands on your own

Jensen: don't think just do! We are not strangers to photoshoots, we are not strangers to this life. I do have a confession tho my heart beats faster and calmer when I'm with you!

Yn: I'd be lying if I didn't say that it's my own heart that makes me nervous for it is you I see myself standing beside for the rest of our days!

Jensen: well then this should be the sexiest photoshoot of our lives!

Yn: help me undo the back of my shirt?

Jensen comes round and undoes the back of your shirt slowly and seductively as your shirt falls neither you nor Jensen sees the cameras flashing its just You and jensen!

Jensen: I think we need to continue this show!

Yn: then do what feel natural

Jensen takes you and presses your body against the bed post as he undoes your skirt letting it drop to the ground.

His hands roaming your body, your head thrown back as his lips graze your neck.

His jeans now slid off his hips and his cock is free. It slides against your skin! Not finding the holes!

You reach back to jensens hair as his kisses against your neck make you moan

Then he lifts you as his cock now curves against your pussy and you are now flesh to flesh with jensens body!

The rest of the poses you guys did were as follows:

1. You Bent over the table and are being pursued from behind by jensen

2. You straddle Jensen and basically expose your entire desire for Jensen

3. You are tossed on the couch by Jensen who half lays on top of you and lavished you with kisses each kiss is 1 shot

4. Jensen carrying you to the wall where he pins you to it the photos taken from the side and the back with emphasis on your legs wrapped round jensen

5. The bathroom counter is your stage where the mirror is your flare as jensen rubs against you with passion as he kisses your lips with ferver

7. You and jensen go into the shower your eyes meet as you turn on the water and it just runs over your bodies then Jensen pulled you against him as he leaned against the wall and you wrapped one leg round his waist and let the love come through

8. After everything we come to the bed where you guys do missionary, 69, cowboy, and about 15 other positions brought out by the karmasutra

Once that was done you both were handed robes and sat down at the table knowing that something was undone

Carol: wow you guys have such chemistry I noticed a change in that chemistry though what happened

Yn: we confessed our true feelings for eachother! We know the truth now and it's gonna make life alot more interesting! That's when things started to feel more normal for our poses that's why from that first moment what we did felt more normal than anything we have ever done in our entire lives!

You felt Jensens arms round your form immediately!

Jensen: not to seem rude but how long till everyone is out of here

Carol catches his drift

Carol: everyone pack up very very very quickly we will shoot more later right now these people have somethings to discuss

Jensen: no no no you can leave the equipment we just need privacy

You and jensen watch as the cameras and stuff are covered in black sheets and all the people leave

Jensen: well lets go lock the door and maybe try those poses again but this time for real and at our own pace

Yn: I think I can relate to wanting that too

That's it thats all those were the last words spoken between you and Jensen for a while as the poses were done again in whatever order you both wanted.

~to be continued~

#supernatural #spnkinkbingo #jensen x reader #supernatural smut

[jamespotterthefirst]

Mi Viejito (Ethan x f!MC)

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Lilac Allende) Words: 1K Warning: None Summary: Father’s Day more than twenty years later. 

Author’s Note: “Mi Viejito” means “Old Man” (affectionate). Thank you to the two anons who requested this!

Also, no editing. Oops. We die like men. 

Twenty five years are not enough to dull the impact of startling blue eyes meeting hers across a room. For a moment, she feels like that fresh-faced intern she used to be, meeting her medical idol for the first time. Except now, Ethan Ramsey has the elegance of time on his side, carved into every fine line on his handsome face. His hair, once dark brown, is a storm of silver now, making the blue of his eyes even more of a shock.

A pleasant sort of shock that makes her body thrum with warmth.

Ethan removes his spectacles and gives her a tired but breathtaking smile. Lilac returns it, moving to settle into her husband's embrace.

“Happy Father's Day, mi viejito,” she murmurs into a kiss. After his hum of thanks, they melt into the kiss, enjoying the rare few moments of blissful companionship.

“Where are the girls?” he asks after a while, as though reading her mind.

“Andy should be here any moment to drop them off.”

“Ah, the calm before the storm,” he muses with exaggerated dread. It doesn't fool anyone, least of all Lilac. Anyone who glances at Ethan Ramsey with his children for more than two seconds knows just how much he adores them. “What about Lori and Jonah?”

“Jonah hasn't texted me back and Lori is on her date.”

“Hrm.”

Lilac laughs. “Hunter's a nice kid. He's taking her on a boat ride at the Common.”

Ethan is not impressed.

“It's a cute date for two seventeen year-olds,” Lilac reasons with little success.

“Pitiful.”

“You took me on one of those when we were engaged.”

“I meant his name. What kind of name is Hunter?”

She laughs at that and places a kiss on his cheek, succeeding in softening his expression by a fraction. “You're just upset your little girl is all grown up.”

Ethan's expression is as impassive as ever but Lilac can see the brief flash of sadness in his eyes. She places a comforting hand at his cheek, sweeping the ridge of his cheekbone with her thumb.

“She'll be back in time for dinner. And I'm sure Jonah will text me back later. He's been swamped with school work these past few days.”

Ethan nods but is unable to elaborate an answer because the sound of approaching voices grows louder outside the door.

The youngest Ramseys arrive then, three times more boisterous than any teenagers their age. Though, to the surprise of exactly no one, the person in the little group arguing the loudest is Jasmine. Andy rolls her eyes, unable to contain a smile at the charming young girl trying to talk her way out of whatever trouble she's gotten into.

“Seriously, it's okay. Our dad owns the hospital.”

“He manages it,” her twin, Violet, corrects.

“Same thing,” Jasmine returns dismissively. “He as good as owns it if the place falls apart without him.”

“That,” Ethan intervenes, placing a kiss of greeting atop each of their heads, “would be your mother. She does the brunt of the work around here.”

Jasmine scoffs. “And yet the man gets all the credit.”

“Typical,” Violet adds.

Ethan and Lilac both laugh proudly. After Andy takes her leave for the day, the girls hug their father.

“Happy Father's day!” They chorus.

“We brought you coffee from that place you and mom are obsessed with.”

They thrust a to-go cup in his hand.

“We remembered,” Jasmine says importantly. “Not like Tweedle dee and Tweedle Ugly.”

“Jazzie,” her mother scolds. “Don't call your brother and sister that.”

“Ingrates,” Violet adds, agreeing with her sister. “Write them out of your will, Dad.”

Ethan is fully laughing now, a sound that is rare and wonderful, easily drawn out of him by his family. The little crevices on his face grow deeper with his mirth and it tugs at Lilac's heartstrings.

“If we're divvying up Dad's stuff then I call Minnie,” Jasmine proclaims.

“You can have that cat now,” Ethan returns intently. “I don't want anything to do with that thing.”

“I call Jenner the Second,” Violet calls out before her sister can.

They dissolve into an impassioned argument about who loves the dog more. Luckily for all of them, they are interrupted by the sound of more approaching footsteps, followed by even more arguing voices.

“... doesn't have his license yet.”

“What good is a license if he doesn't even have a car.”

“You don't need a car in the city. You can get around in the train.”

“Then why did you text me begging for a ride here?”

“You're such a jerk, J.”

The eldest of their children appear in the office, ceasing all bickering when their eyes fall on the father. Dolores, beautiful and bright faced from the sun, the freckles on her cheeks more vivid as she smiles. Jonah, tall, collected, and handsome—reassembling his father more than any of his siblings. Lilac watches fondly as they hug Ethan and wish him a happy father's day. After the brief surprise of their sudden appearance wears off, she can see her husband's eyes shining with emotion.

“We're taking you to lunch,” Lori informs him. “Jonah got us reservations at your favorite place downtown.”

“Nice, that place has the best chocolate cake,” Jasmine says excitedly.

“We said we're taking dad, not you freeloaders,” Jonah returns jokingly, ruffling his younger sister's hair.

“It’s father’s day! We deserve to be celebrated, too!”

“How do you figure that, squirt?”

“Who taught you how to throw a ball, Jonah Naveen Ramsey?” Jasmine demands indignantly.

“Who gave you pointers on how to impress that girl down the street you used to have a crush on?” Violet adds.

“Who Googled 'how to drive a stick shift car' when you borrowed Dad's car without asking him?”

“You what?” Ethan asks, turning to look at his son.

“Who—”

“Alright, alright! You can come with,” Jonah cuts in. “You two are insufferable, I swear.”

“That's no way to speak to your fathers,” Jasmine chastises.

The siblings continue their banter, taking turns predicting what their father will order. The one who knows his order exactly, Lilac observes, is Dolores, though she has no chance to boast to her siblings. Ethan’s pager goes off and he groans when he reads the message.

“There’s a problem with the paperwork in the Sawyer case,” he tells Lilac. With a mournful twist of his mouth, he looks at his children. “I’m sorry but I have to go handle this. Lunch won’t--”

“I’ll stay to take care of it,” Lilac interrupts.

Ethan studies her expression. “Are you sure, love? It’s an awfully complicated case.”

“I’m sure,” she assures him with a nod. “Go enjoy lunch with them.”

Ethan gives her a look so laden with gratitude and affection, her heart skips a beat.

“Geez, you were right, Dad,” Jasmine says. “Mom really does run this place.”

“Or she just prefers dealing with grumpy patients over hearing your awful jokes, Jazzy,” Dolores comments, side bumping her sister affectionately.

“Mom is a pro at dealing with grumpy, though,” Jonah tells them sagely. “She’s dealt with Dad all these years.”

Ethan laughs at that. “You kids won’t cut your old man a break on father’s day?”

“Nope,” Violet returns cheerfully. “Roasting you is our way of telling you we love you.”

______________________________

Author’s Note: Happy Fathers Day to everyone who celebrates! Thank you so much for reading this!

For reference, Jonah is around 20, Dolores (aka “Lori”) 17 going on 18, and the twins are 14

A few notes:

Though I am super behind on replies to my previous fics, please know I am so thankful to everyone who interacted! Love you guys so much!

I haven’t been able to work on Ch 2 of the OPH3 re-write, but I hope to do so soon. I think I’ve decided to take it easy with that series and see where it takes me!

Same thing with the Pictagram series! Thank you to everyone for your patience!

If you tagged me in your content while I was away, I apologize for the delay. I have it all saved up, ready to enjoy this upcoming week!

Tagging in a reblog!

#ethan ramsey #open heart #ethan x mc #Playchoices

[bex-la-get]

Hi! I'm new to tumblr and... can I request a fic where Ethan is the one who ask questions to Nat to test the new fMRI scan, but it is set on book 2 instead. Thank you and I admire your writings!

NONNY!!! I absolutely love this!!! I'm gonna say this takes place in mid-Book 2-ish.

K, before we start, I just wanna throw a disclaimer out there: my memory of Book 2 is fuzzy which means mistakes are likely. Sorry in advance if I get something wrong. Also, I'm not a medical professional, so any mistakes made are my own. Thank you.

Okay, let's go!!

Nat sat on the couch of the Diagnostics Office, absent-mindedly staring out the window and chewing on her lower lip. The last few weeks had been exhausting. Between the news that Edenbrook had lost its funding, Kyra's diagnosis, and the stress of being a Junior Fellow on the DT, it was all beginning to feel like it was too much. She wasn't sure how much more she could take at this point.

"Hey, you okay?" a voice asked.

She turned to the source and found Ethan looking at her, eyebrows furrowed in concern. She hadn't even heard him come in. She sat up straight. "Yeah, sorry; just needed to take a break."

"Nat," he said, coming to sit next to her. "It's okay if you're not. You don't have to be 'okay' all the time."

She sighed. "I know."

"What's going on?"

Nat shook her head. "Just... feeling a little overwhelmed is all. With everything going on as it is, it just kind of feels like a little too much."

Ethan nodded sympathetically. "I understand. The last few weeks have been... challenging, to say the least." Nat nodded in agreement and he gently ran his fingers along the back of her hand. "I wish I could offer you words of wisdom or at least better advice." He said, smiling sheepishly.

She gave him a small smile. "Just being here for me is enough. Thank you."

He returned her smile and linked his pinky with hers, giving it a tight squeeze. "I don't know if it will provide the distraction you need, but I could use your help with something if you have a few minutes?" Nat nodded. "The fMRI machine went on the fritz about a week ago and I was just told that it's back in working order. I'd like to test it out and make sure that it really is working normally. Care to help me out?"

"Sure," Nat said, "but only if you ask the questions this time. It's only fair since I did it last time."

Ethan chuckled and nodded. "Deal."

The two of them made their way to the imaging lab, set Nat up within the machine, then Ethan made his way into the control room. "Can you hear me?" he asked.

"Loud and clear, boss," Nat replied.

"Good. I presume you remember the drill from last year. I'll ask you some questions and see how your brain responds as you answer."

"Sounds good."

"All right. First question: What is your middle name?"

Nat scoffed over the speakers. "That's your first question?"

"What's wrong with the question?"

"It's boring. I distinctly remember asking you some scandalous questions."

Ethan rolled his eyes. "Just answer the question, Rookie."

"Fine. Paige."

Ethan pursed his lips. Natalie Paige Cusack. Very pretty. Very her. Tucking this new knowledge into the back of his head he nodded as the scanner showing her brain lit up.

"All right. Next question: do you have any siblings?"

"Ethan, these are questions you can ask me in casual conversation," Nat protested. "Ask me something fun! I thought the point of this was to provide me a distraction, after all."

Ethan chuckled and shook his head. "Fine, answer this question while I think of something fun to ask you."

"Deal! In answer to your question, yes. I have an older brother named Victor but everyone calls him Vic. The only time I call him Victor is when he's in trouble."

"And just how often is he in trouble?" Ethan asked, amused. Nat's hippocampus lit up as she thought of her answer and he raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

"When we were kids? All the time," she answered, giggling. "As an adult, less often. Though it still happens."

Ethan chuckled and nodded. "All right. Per your request, here's a fun question. What's an embarrassing story from your childhood?"

"Oooh, you went right for the jugular. Respect. I like it. Okay, um... have I ever told you the goblin story?"

"The goblin story?"

She laughed. "Oh, man! You're gonna love this. Okay, so when I was little, I had a pretty big nose. I grew into it as I got older, but when I was little, it wasn't proportional to my face at all." Ethan listened to the story with an amused smile on his face as the scan showed her pregenual anterior cingulate cortex light up during her story.

"One night," she continued, "I stupidly fell asleep with gum in my mouth and woke up with it all in my hair. It was a nightmare."

"Oh no," Ethan said.

"Yep," Nat confirmed. "It was so bad that the only thing we could do was cut as much out of it as possible, which left me with this terrible haircut that, low-key, had me looking like I had been electrified.

"Anyway, Vic's knee-jerk response at seeing me with my short hair and big nose was to promptly call me goblin. And the stupid nickname stuck! He still calls me it even though it was over twenty years ago!" She paused in her storytelling, expecting to hear a response but heard nothing instead. "Ethan? Are you there? You better not have left!"

The speakers turned on and all she heard was his laughter. "Are you laughing?! Ethan!"

Ethan tried to speak through his laughter. "I'm sorry, I sympathize, really." He laughed again and Nat rolled her eyes.

"You are the worst, you know that?" she told him.

"Sorry Nat," he said, finally getting his laughter under control. "I'm sure you made a very cute goblin."

Nat rolled her eyes. "Ugh, just ask your next question, Ramsey."

He chuckled again and thought for a moment when a question appeared in the back of his mind. Rationally, he knew he shouldn't ask it. It wasn't exactly professional and went against the reset rule he initiated.

But he had enjoyed getting to know more about Nat and he was curious. “Tell me about your first kiss.”

“Trying to figure out how I got such high standards?” she joked.

He rolled his eyes. “I’m trying to trigger an emotional response in your brain. Go.”

She giggled. “Hmm.. first kiss. Um, it was my first boyfriend, Matt. I was a Freshman in high school and he kissed me during the slow dance at our Homecoming dance.”

Her limbic system lit up on the scanner. “Sounds romantic,” he mused, pushing down the surge of jealousy he felt at the thought Nat kissing another man, even if it had been when she was significantly younger.

“Mm, not really. He wasn’t really good at it. He was kind of slobbery, if I’m being honest.”

Ethan scrunched up his face. “Gross.”

“Very,” she confirmed.

“Last question,” he said. He knew this was approaching risky territory but damn it, if Nat didn’t make him want to throw every one of his morals and rules right out the window. And, if he were honest... he really wanted to hear the answer to this question. “What was the best kiss you’ve ever had?”

“Hmm...” she hummed in thought for a long moment, Ethan’s heart pounding as he waited for her reply. Finally, she spoke. “New Year’s Eve, 2017.”

Ethan’s heart sunk. “Oh? Why then?”

“My ex-boyfriend was moving. He had accepted a position at one of the National Labs in New Mexico and I knew I was staying on the East Coast so we split. When the Ball dropped at midnight, he gave me a goodbye kiss. Then he got in a moving van the next day and moved across the country.”

Her amygdala lit up like a Christmas Tree and Ethan frowned. Clearly that memory was still fresh for her. “That’s enough questions, Nat. I think we’ve done our job here.” 

Ethan stopped the machine and met Nat back in the lab as she stood up. Ethan had been prepared for Nat to be sad after that last story but instead, he found her smiling up at him. “That was fun. I needed that.”

“You needed to be put into a giant metal machine and have your brain looked at?” Ethan asked.

She lightly hit his shoulder. “You know that’s not what I mean.” Her smile grew, making Ethan’s heart skip a beat. “Thank you, Ethan. I appreciate the distraction.”

“I’m glad it helped,” he said, returning her smile.

“Well, I better go make my rounds,” she said as she began to make her way out of the lab. 

“Hey, Nat,” Ethan called. In a flash, he grabbed her hand, pulled her back to him, and cupped her face with his hands, giving her a searing kiss. Nat made a quiet noise of surprise at Ethan’s gesture but quickly melted into the kiss, her lips matching his fervor. His hands moved from her face to her waist as he pulled her impossibly closer, her arms circling around his neck as if to hold him in place. 

Neither knew how long they stood there. It could have been hours, days, even years. It didn’t matter; they didn’t care. In that moment, all they cared about was each other and they both hoped that the moment, however long it may have been, never ended.

But alas, eventually they broke apart at the sound of Nat’s pager beeping. Their lips separated, but neither moved very far apart, as they both fought to catch their breath. Ethan’s eyes were still closed, his forehead resting against hers as Nat opened her eyes. She nuzzled her nose against his and sucked in a breath when his blue eyes opened, locking with hers.

“What was all that for?” she asked in a whisper. 

He smiled sheepishly. “I may have taken slight offence as not being your best kiss ever.”

She pulled away slightly to look at him better, a giggle on her lips. “Did you get jealous after hearing about my ex?”

“No,” he retorted, defensively.

This time, she laughed. “You did! I can’t believe it, Ethan Ramsey got jealous. I didn’t think you had it in you.”

He rolled his eyes. “You’re never going to let this go, are you?”

“Nope,” she confirmed. She leaned in close again and placed another chaste kiss on his lips. “But don’t worry, Ethan. You have nothing to worry about.” She pulled out of their embrace as her pager beeped again (thankfully it was just a notification that her latest lab test results were in and not an emergency). “I’ve had some much better kisses since then. One of them, in this very room.”

Ethan smirked. “Glad to hear I made the running.”

She returned his smirk. “You also might be interested to know, I was lying. That New Year’s kiss was best kiss I’ve ever had. But it was beat by a mysterious tall doctor on a balcony in Miami last year. You might remember him; he was a bit of a risk taker, that one.”

He chuckled. “He sounds familiar, I admit.”

“I hope he comes back,” she said as she made her way out of the room. “His kisses are mind-blowing.” She winked at him as she finished her statement then sauntered out of the room, leaving a smirking Ethan, shaking his head, behind.

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[just-dreaming-marvel]

Love and Medicine ~ 12

MASTERLIST

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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.”

“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.”

next chapter >

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[openheartthot]

Be Mine

Pairing: Open Heart [Ethan x f!MC (Camille Prescott)]

Word Count: 1,764

Rating: T

Warinings: Brief mentions of sex/sexual content 

Category: Fluff :)

Summary: Ethan and Camille make it official on Valentine’s Day.

***

I know it’s been like 2 months since I last posted a fic but I’ve been feeling a tiny bit more positive about OH3, plus it’s Valentine’s Day and these two idiots are in love. Don’t mind me making Ethan the insecure one as payback for what PB does to us haha

Ethan has been so buried in work that, lately, all the days seem to blend into one another. He can’t remember the last time he took a day off-- he’s been living, eating, and breathing Edenbrook.

And then there’s Camille.  

On the rare occasion that he manages to tear himself away from the hospital… he’s been living, breathing, and eating her, too. 

Ethan tugs slightly at his collar, a sudden flush working up his neck at the reminder of her soft blonde hair and even softer curves. 

The airy sound of her laugh has his head instinctually jerking up and in the direction of the residents’ lounge. 

As Ethan turns on his heel to follow the familiar noise, he can’t help but take note of the pink decorations adorning the walls and hanging from the ceilings. No matter how lost he’s been in his work lately, the universe just won’t let him forget about Valentine’s Day. 

It’s a stupid holiday, really. He’s always thought so. The boxed chocolates are a sad, chalky, affair, and the brightly colored gifts are gimmicky at best. The whole thing is little more than a capitalist cash-grab, and there is nothing Ethan hates more than capitalism. 

He forces himself not to roll his eyes as he spots two nurses exchanging cards in his periphery. 

It’s not that he dislikes love, but he does dislike the showmanship and theatricality that seem to surround February 14th. 

It’s just another day to him. In his thirty-seven years, he hasn’t once deigned to involve himself in such a tacky display of affection, and he sure isn’t going to start now. 

Except…

As he opens the door to the residents’ lounge, Camille is elbow deep in a pile of pink tissue paper. The excitement in her wide smile is nothing short of arresting, and of course, he should’ve known that she’d live for something like this. 

“Aww, look at it!” Camille squeals, her eyes shining as she lifts a stuffed bear from the mountain of gift wrapping. Her eyes dart over to Ethan, noticing him in the doorway, and her smile grows. She wiggles one of its fuzzy arms in an imitation of a wave. “It’s so cute, isn’t it?” 

“It’s something,” Ethan says tactfully, crossing the room to slip an arm around her waist. He catches a whiff of her light floral perfume, and can’t resist leaning down to peck her on the cheek. “Did Sienna buy that for you?” 

He may not be a fan of Valentine’s Day, but neither does he wish to offend Sienna Trinh, especially not after the basket of homemade scones she delivered to his office that morning. 

“Nope, one of Camille’s patients has a crush on her.” Lahela teases from the couch, where he is sorting through a thick stack of cards from his own extensive list of admirers. 

A strange itch works its way up the back of Ethan’s spine at Bryce’s words, and his arm tenses instinctively around Camille’s waist. 

Just because he loathes Valentine’s Day does not mean that he wants another man buying her tacky trinkets and writing sappy notes. 

Camille doesn’t seem to notice his displeasure, her lips pitching into a smile as she holds up the card to show him. 

“Medically speaking, you make my pulse race. Isn’t that adorable?” She laughs, and Ethan narrows his eyes at the obnoxiously pink card. The card that someone else gave to Camille. 

Her green eyes dart over the surface of the card once more, and Ethan feels something tight and uncomfortable building in his chest. 

“I think that’s the most brainless thing I’ve ever heard.” Ethan says sharply. “Which patient sent this?” He needs to know, so he can reassign them to another resident. 

“Relax, Ethan, it’s Jake from the pediatric ward.” Camille says with a breezy laugh. “He’s twelve.” 

“Oh,” Ethan shifts his weight, embarrassed. The sound of his pager is a welcome reprieve, and he glances at it gratefully. “Are you coming over tonight? I can meet you in the atrium.” 

It’s become almost routine for them, on the rare occasion they both have a night off. After the stress of the past few weeks, Ethan can’t wait to get her alone. Even if it’s only to watch a movie and drink that horrible cheap wine she likes, he just wants to spend time with her. Even the thought of a proper Valentine’s Day date, oddly, holds a new appeal when he considers Camille across the table, her smile lighting up the room...

“I think we’re gonna do a Galentine’s Day thing tonight.” Camille says with an apologetic shrug.

“Galentine’s Day?” Ethan asks, unable to keep the disgruntled edge out of his voice. It seems a new term is invented every time he turns his back. It’s deeply perturbing. 

“Yeah!” Sienna chimes in. “Me, Camille, Aurora, and Jackie, since we all managed to get the night off and none of us have significant others-- except Camille, I mean, you and her…” Sienna trails off, looking unsure. 

“It’s okay, he hates Valentine’s Day, anyway.” Camille interjects quickly. “And we’re not official or anything like that.” 

The look she shoots him is equal parts hopeful and nervous, as if she’s waiting for Ethan to correct her. He wants to, God, how he wants to correct her. To say that they are very much a official and serious relationship.

Instead, he freezes on the spot. 

“My pager…” he says pathetically, before turning and abruptly striding out of the room. 

***

All day, Ethan is a black storm cloud drifting sullenly through the rose-colored halls of Edenbrook. 

It’s clear to the rest of the staff that something is wrong, but no one is quite sure what. He hasn’t been in such a bad mood in months, not since he started seeing Camille. The rumor mill churns out a steady stream of speculation, doing nothing to improve Ethan’s mood. 

Finally, Naveen corners him in front of a bulletin board covered in construction paper hearts.

“Do you think I’m enough for her?” Ethan asks, staring pointedly at the board rather than making eye contact with his former mentor. 

“I’m not sure I follow.” Naveen says mildly. 

“She’s so...vibrant. Loving.” Ethan reaches out and touches one of the paper hearts. Camille organized the project, helping every pediatric patient decorate a heart and hanging them up with painstaking care. “I’m the opposite.” 

“Are you?” Naveen asks, “I’ve seen you with her, and you seem happy. You two are good together.” 

“She doesn’t want to spend Valentine’s Day with me,” Ethan admits, feeling foolish even as the words leave his mouth. “Because she thinks I hate it, which I do, of course…” 

“But you wouldn’t hate it with her?” Naveen prompts.

Ethan nods with a rueful smile. He shouldn’t be surprised, the man was considered the best diagnostician in the country for a reason. 

“It’s okay to seek happiness, Ethan. You can let go of the cynicism if you want to.” With that, Naveen turns to leave, but not before pressing a small cardboard box into Ethan’s hand with a wink. 

***

Camille lingers as Baz finishes gathering the last of his papers and shuffles out the door of the diagnostics office. 

Ethan doesn’t look up as he fumbles with the tiny cardboard box in his lap, but he can feel her warmth hovering in front of his desk. He thinks he would know the feel of her even if he was blind, deaf, and dumb. 

Finally, finally, Ethan manages to tear open the little cardboard flap and maneuver his fingers into the narrow opening.

“I’d like to speak with you--” he begins. 

“--Can we talk?” Camille says at the exact same time. 

“I’d like to go first.” Ethan says, taking a deep breath. “I’m sorry. For my behavior this morning. I have never liked Valentine’s Day, that’s true, but I do like you.” 

He pauses, and glances up at Camille’s face to gauge her reaction. Her expression is soft, and the fond look in her green eyes makes Ethan’s heart stutter in his chest. 

Emboldened, he reaches into the box and sets a piece of candy on the desk with a decisive nod. 

Camille leans over, a curtain of blonde hair falling over her shoulder as she tries to get a better look at the candy heart. 

“Sweet talk?” Her laugh is bright and clear. “Ethan you actually have to try and sweet talk me, this is a cop out!” 

Ethan can feel a hot blush pricking at his cheeks and he shakes his head. 

“No, dammit, that’s the wrong one.” He stands and pours a few more hearts into his hand, ignoring the dusty residue that is surely being shaken all over his desk. It takes a few moments of searching until he finally finds the correct saying on a yellow heart.

“Here,” he says, brusquely handing her the candy.

“Be mine.” She looks back up at him with glittering eyes, her teeth sinking into the soft pink of her lower lip. 

“I know we haven’t defined our relationship yet, but I want to be with you. Officially.” He clears his throat when Camille doesn’t immediately respond. “I understand if you need some time to--”

“Shut up,” Camille breathes, stepping forward until she can loop her arms around his neck. Her command is unnecessary, considering how Ethan has already been rendered speechless by her proximity.

He can feel her smile against his mouth as she meets his lips with her own. He groans as her fingers anchor in the hair at the base of his neck, tugging softly. 

The kiss deepens as Camille’s lips part beneath his, and Ethan’s hands work underneath her blouse, sliding against the bare skin of her back. 

“Is that a yes?” Ethan asks, his voice gravelly as she plants a trail of kisses along his jaw. 

He is thirty-seven years old, and for the first time he has reduced himself to a lovesick adolescent. It’s strange how willing he is to embarrass himself in front of her, how willing he is to do anything for her. 

“Of course it’s a yes! I’ve been waiting forever for you to commit to me.” Camille says with a radiant smile. Ethan cups her face gently.  

“So, what now? I have a standing reservation at a restaurant downtown. I’d like to take you out on a real date.” 

“That sounds nice,” Camille says, toying with one of the scattered candy hearts. “But first, I found this…” 

Cheekily, she holds out the blue candy. 

Kiss me. 

***

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[anotherbeingsworld]

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)

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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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[kaimelia]

69 amelia after labor

#69 - “It just…hurts.”

"Hi," Maggie whispered, poking her head into the hospital room. "I've come to steal my nephew." Amelia beamed from her hospital bed, setting down her phone and watching as Link handed the baby over to Maggie.

"He likes it if you're moving," Link commented as the baby began to fuss in his Aunt's arms, soon calming as she began to walk around the hospital room slowly.

"He's adorable. Does he have a name yet?"

"Nope," Amelia muttered. "Naming a child is harder than you'd expect."

"Well, I can't wait to steal him all of the time, whatever you name him." She continued to pace around, making faces as the baby stared up at her. "How are you feeling, Amelia?"

"It just...hurts. It's like I pushed a very big baby out of a very small hole in my body," she nudged Link. "But, I have an excuse to make him bring me whatever I need while I just lay here." Maggie pouted and groaned as her pager beeped.

"Ugh, just when I have a break," she muttered, handing the baby back to Link. "I'll be back later. And, you better have a name by then!"

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[peachyproserpina]

Oops Pt. 2

Jason Roberts (SVU) x Fem!Reader

Part one here!

Here it is! It's kinda jumpy but I hope yall enjoy it! Tagging my love @glassbxttless for all your help with this and the fact it's dedicated to you!

TW: Smut, Alcohol, Drugs, Food, lots of Crying, mentions of abuse, mentions of Death, pregnancy, babies, swearing

As always! If I have missed a tag let me know and I will tag it!

You hiss when the cold jelly gets smeared on your stomach, you’re fucking pregnant, test after test after fucking test and you’re pregnant. You booked an appointment with Planned Parenthood as soon as they would let you and made Jason come with. They confirmed with a blood test that yes indeed you we’re pregnant and about 5ish weeks along at that point. You both looked at each other and the nurse could see the panic between you too. She sent you home with a stack of pamphlets as thick as your arm and assured you that you have options, even if you needed to make them quick.

That was 3 weeks ago when your bras still fit you, this isn’t your first ultrasound but the jelly never gets any better no matter how much you prepare. Jason is here, he’s insisted on coming to every appointment. He was clingy before but ever since you found out he’s been even worse. Watching the cameras and your location more so then before and having you facetime him whenever you’re out of the apartment. Clingy.

-

You’re at 12 weeks now and your monkey is about as big as a lime and really fucking with everything they can. You’re showing now, now matter how many layers or flowy dresses you put on, and between the cravings and the aversions (Chocolate is a go but for some reason tacos make you gag) you’ve put on a few pounds. Jason loves it, after the shock wore off and you both decided to keep it, always wanting kids but never knowing when. It just. Felt right. He picked up on your moods and cravings just as well as he did before and the fact your chest is so big now you cant even wear a bra is a plus. You’ve lost count of the amount of times you’ve been woken up with Jason between your thighs as soon as he’s home from work, or when he gently fucks you awake, big hand covering your whole bump and cooing praise in your ear before filling you with cum and letting you get the sleep you need. You’re both adjusting and determined to ‘keep you safe babygirl’ Jason got a promotion with a healthy wage and he’s kept you cooped up at home where he can watch you and his monkey.

-

“I’m so sorry you have to grow up without a Daddy monkey.” You’re gently rubbing your bump as you walk down the street, en route to your old apartment. The one right across the hall from Jason used to live, where his mom still lives.

“He’s just so dumb for telling grandma I’m going to kill him before you’re born I’m sure of it.” You don’t notice the looks from the people milling on the stairway of the building, too bust fuming at the fact Jason managed to do the one thing you asked him not to do.

Tell anyone.

You wanted to keep it until you knew the gender, maybe post something on your socials, call your family about it. Invite Estelle over for a dinner and let her know then. But nope, Jason as much as a mommas boy he is, spilled the beans a day after you asked him not to. Causing you to make your way to the old building for a ‘baby-baby shower’ with his mom, with a strict “No boys allowed!’ leaving Jason a mess as you walked around New York, knowing he was never far, always watching you helped calm him down. You don’t even have to kock before Estelle is rushing you in the door, and you can’t tell if it’s the spread she has thoughtfully laid out or the hormones but you’re already crying.

There’s cute little cakes, caffeine free tea, candies, chocolate, pickles, and everything else you have possibly been craving spread all over her kitchen table, you hug her close and try to stop your tears.

“Let's get you sat down before you hurt yourself honey.” She sits you in one of her kitchen chairs and brings you a tissue, you thank her as she hands you a cup of tea and you both settle in for the afternoon celebration. She’s dipped into the brandy and brought out all of Jason’s old baby stuff she’ll be sending you home with, you’re flipping through and laughing when you stop on a picture of newborn Jason being held in a man's arms. You furrow your brow and she picks up on that. “He was an awful man you know. Beat me black and blue and Jason too.” Her words take you by surprise, Jason never talked about his dad, just that he was a deadbeat and glad he was dead.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. Jason never.” She cuts you off with a soft hand on your thigh before she gently rubs the top of your belly.

“He died young you know, I-” she takes a swig of brandy before she continues. “He beat Jason so bad he broke his arm. Can you believe that? Jason wasn’t much older then 7, still a baby and that bastard broke his arm.” You’re speechless as you flick your eyes between Estelle and the photo of Jason’s father. “He was sleeping around too. Thought I didn’t know, it was the 90’s of course I fucking knew when his pager was going off at all hours. He didn’t even have a pager for work.” You sniffle and nod your head, you really had no idea, Jason never talked about his father and you let it be.

“He shoulda known better, sleeping pills and coke are a dangerous mix you know. Add in some tramp and all the clubs he was going to it was bound to happen sooner or later.” She smiles at you then and you’ve seen that same smile on Jason, recognize that smile. That’s the one he gave you after he came over and installed the first camera. Your blood runs cold for a second before you’re pulled out of your head by Estelle flipping the page and cooing at how cute Jason was taking apart his first Nintendo console.

-

20 weeks, 5 months and you’re suffering. Your hips are aching and popping, there’s this nerve in your back that keeps pinching and sometimes it’s so bad you can’t even move. You can’t even sleep a full night before the little one is moving around or you’re dying from how hot it is. You whine as Jason gets up, jostling you awake.

“Jas no, come back to bed I finally got some sleep.” You’re making grabby hands at him and he walks around to your side of the bed and pressing kisses against your hair.

“I cant baby, we’re gonna have people over for your shower and I should clean up a little.” Jason is rubbing his hand up and down your belly as he talks, settling the little one and you can feel angry tears well up in your eyes.

“Do we have to? I don’t want to Jason, please?” You can feel the tears leak out now and you’re mad, mad at him, mad at your monkey for keeping you up, mad at yourself for getting pregnant. He kisses your tears before giving you a filthy kiss and teasing his fingers over your clit that makes you gasp and forget all about how mad you just were.

“You have friends come over and we get to know whether it’s a boy or a girl. Then we get to think about names. So no. I’ll get the bath ready for ya momma.” Jason's walking away before you can pull him back and demand he makes you cum. You shut your eyes and try to get ready for this day.

The party is easy breezy, gifts were exchanged, weird games were played, and your friends organized a cute revel, filling a box with so many pink balloons and streamers, and ribbon you’re sure you’re going to find them even after your baby is born. Jason’s getting nervous again, you’ve kicked everyone out saying you’re tired and they left without complaint.

“Whats wrong Jas? I can feel you worrying from over here.” You scoot over on the couch and make room for him, he moves from where he was cleaning stuff up and drops into the seat. He’s running his hands through his hair before you pull one to your lips and kiss it. He’s lets out the breath he was holding, letting the tension drop from his shoulders as he rests his head back on the couch. Spreading his long long legs out wide, you feel the pang of arousal as you eye up his thighs, his crotch the way his adam’s apple bobs when he smiles before he letting everything out.

“What if I’m not right for you? What if I’m just like my dad? I don’t think I’m good enough to raise your ba-” you cut off his tirade by straddling his thigh and rubbing your cunt against it. You whipped off your bottoms as soon as everyone left, just in your panties and a tank as you lounged and watched Jason. His head snaps up and he whimpers when he can feel you soak through his denim already. You pull his hands up to cup your chest, sighing as you catch your clit as just the right angle and he lifts up your heavy tits, giving your back a little bit of a break.

“You’re gonna be fucking perfect Jason.” You’re getting desperate and the way Jason is looking at you like you single-handedly hung the stars in the sky is feeding your ego and your arousal. His chest is rising and falling just as fast as yours is and his cock has filled out so fast he’s light headed. You keep going, so desperate after that little tease this morning you’re already close to coming and its not fair. Jason tenses his thigh under you and you gasp. “Do that fucking again Jas. Right now.” He whines and does as he is told, as the little change helps push you over the edge and you’re cumming, soaking his jeans and hungrier than before for his cock. You weave your fingers through his hair and yank, hard.

“Take your cock out right fucking now.” He’s nodding eyes glazed over as he rushes to do what you’ve asked. You don’t let up on the death grip on his hair, covering his neck with dark hickies and bites that he’ll have to cover up when he leaves for work. You feel the trail of precum as he frees his cock from his pants and it slides up your thigh, you pull back and when you see it, so angry red and big for you you grind down onto his thigh again and moan. You’re maneuvering yourself so you can sit on Jason's cock and ever the worrier he is, he's helping. Spreading his legs wider, his hands holding your hips so you and your belly can fit against him tight on the couch that is probably too small to be doing this on.

You let go of his hair, pull his lips to yours as you finally sit down on his cock, the moan you rip from your chest is almost as pretty as Jason’s sigh.

“You’re so fucking tight for me baby girl. So fucking hot.” Jason's mouth is running and you huff, not happy he’s coherent enough to do so. You kiss him again, nipping on his bottom lip hard as you start to move. His hands are everywhere, your tits, your thighs, your back pulling you close so he can shove his tongue down your throat. You haven’t been at this long but you can feel the orgasm building right at the base of your spine, where lately it’s only hurt. It’s not long before Jason has a thumb on your clit and a nipple in his mouth. You hold him close to your chest as you bounce bounce bounce on his big dick.

“Fuck I'm gonna cum Jason. Please keep doing that.” You tilt your head back and grind yourself onto him, you’re so fucking close and you can feel from the way Jason’s pulsing inside of you he’s not too far off either. He pinches the nipple he doesn’t have in his mouth hard and that's enough to tip you over the edge, soaking his lap yet again as you cum. Thighs shaking tense as you clamp down on Jason’s length and he is right behind you. Filling you up to overflowing with his cum, messy as you both come down.

-

“JASON!” You’re frantic as you call for him,m knowing damn well he is not there. You can feel your water pool where you're standing in the kitchen. Of course the ONE DAY Jason has to go into work your water breaks. You reach for your phone that's ringing as you shift worriedly in your spot in the kitchen.

“What's wrong babygirl?” Jason’s on the other line, frantic, you can hear shouting in the back. It might be his boss but you’re starting to freak out and the first contraction hits and you wail. “Baby, talk to me, I can see you but the cameras don’t have microphones yet.”

“I- my water just broke Jas, I just had a contraction I need you here.” You’re crying, panicking and you can hear Jason huff and puffin your ear. He’s surprisingly calm on the other end as you sniffle into the phone, trying to remember those stupid breathing exercises you learned about in that Virtual birthing class you both took.

“I’m almost home love, can you get to the bag near the door?” You move, stiff and awkward but you’re moving. “Good job baby girl. Get to the bag by the door and I’m almost home. We'll get you to the hospital soon, promise.” You’re taking those deep breaths as you waddle to the door.

“Jas, how are you almost home? It takes 20 fucking-” you gasp as you feel another twinge and take big gulps of air. “You’re 20 minutes away if you take the train.” You’re puzzled as you hear him breathing heavy through the line.

“I just ran. It’s faster.” You nearly drop the phone at that.

“You did not! Jason! You are going to die!” You’re laughing and you can hear his footsteps pounding, you’re at the go bag by the door and you try to bend over to pick it up and nearly fall over. You’re still not fucking used to being this big. The door slams open as you’re resting against the wall bag as your feet and ruined clothes. Jason's there, your man, your creepy fucking neighbor who spied on you and now got your pregnant. He’s sweaty, he really did run all the way from work for you and the thought makes you want to laugh and cry at how much you fucking love him. But then another contraction hits and you're crying out in pain again. He’s picking up the bag at your feet before he’s helping you step into some slides and gently ushering you down the stairs to Estelle's car that is waiting to take you to the hospital.

One Epidural and 14 hours of labor later you have your baby girl, Delilah Stella Roberts, sleeping against your chest and Jason is trying not to cry as she has him already wrapped around her finger.

#jason x reader #jason svu #adcu fanfiction #adcu fic #jason roberts (svu) x reader #reader insert #tw: drugs #tw: swearing #tw: anxiety #tw: food #tw: pregnancy #I really hope yall like this #sorry if it feels rush #but i did have fun reading it #peachy writes

[iamwhoami]

He’s My Brother (Chicago Med)

Chicago Med

   Y/N Rhodes, sister of Conner Rhodes and the girlfriend of Will Halstead, decides to confront Ava Bekker on everything she’s done to her brother which doesn’t go so well.

Warnings: Near death experience, Ava Bekker bashing

Requested = Yes

   Okay, so I really love Ava Bekker, or I love Norma Kuhling so much that it influences my perception of Ava...I don’t really know, but whatever it is, I actually had a really hard time writing this and it ended up being pretty bad...

“Hey how was your shift?” You asked Will as he was leaving. You were just going to start yours and had bumped into your boyfriend while you were walking towards the hospital.

“Not bad,” Will replied and gave you a quick peck on the lips. “It would have been better if you were there.”

   You smiled, “Don’t worry, I’ll see you tonight.”

“It’s a deal then,” Will gave you another quick kiss before walking off towards his car.

   You walked into the ER, immediately greeted by Maggie who had a patient already lined up for you.

“Treatment 2 sounds like a sprained wrist,” She said and handed you the tablet without even saying good-morning. “Fell off a bike or something.”

“Nice to see you too, Maggie,” You joked as you took the tablet from her hand.

   Maggie raised an eyebrow, “We can chat later. Right now, the ER is overflowing with people who need to be looked at.”

“Alrighty then,” You said and headed towards Treatment 2.

~~~

“Hey,” You said as you flopped down on the couch next to your brother in the doctor’s lounge. It had been patient after patient all day so far and you hadn’t been able to catch a break since now.

“Hey yourself,” Connor sighed and tiredly rubbed his eyes.

   You looked over at him, slightly concerned, “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, just has been a long day,” Connor replied but you knew your brother too well to accept that as his answer.

“Yeah, that’s complete crap,” You snorted, “Now, cut the crap and tell me what’s really up.”

   Connor glanced at you with an amused look, “I really can’t get anything past you, can I?”

“Nope,” You shook your head, “So, what’s wrong?”

“Apparently Ava slept with Dad,” Connor blurted out before groaning and running a hand through his hair.

   You’re eyes bulged out of your eye-socket, “WHAT?!”

“Are you really going to make me say that again?” Connor looked over at you with an exasperated expression.

   You shook your head, still in shock, “No...no.”

   Next to you, Connor sighed but then after that, there was only silence between the two of you.

“Did she really-” 

   Connor cut you off, “I don’t know.”

   Even though neither you or Connor had a very good relationship with your father, that didn’t make the act of Ava sleeping with him any more acceptable.

   You two sat in silence a little longer before Connor’s pager went off, signalling that they needed him somewhere.

“I have to go,” Connor told you, even though you already knew what the pager meant.

   You nodded, “I’ll see you later.”

   Connor got up and left the doctor’s lounge. Surprisingly, your pager didn’t go off which was rather odd considering how busy your day had started. 

   Deciding to take advantage of this moment, you got up and headed up to the surgical floor where you had a feeling was where you could find a specific person.

   Your feeling was right, and you found Ava Bekker in one of the storage rooms where surgical materials ranging from scalpels to gauze were kept.

“What the hell!” You exploded as you shut the door behind you. 

   Ava turned around and looked at you with a rather blank expression.

“Pardon?”

“I don’t absolutely love my dad but you can’t go sleeping with him!” You said

   Ava narrowed her eyes and started approaching you. Determined not to show any kind of weakness, you stood your ground and folded your arms across your chest. 

“Who told you? Connor?” She tilted her head slightly and you snorted.

“Who else?”

   Ava nodded, “And who told Connor?”

   You didn’t reply because you didn’t know who told your brother that Ava slept with your dad.

“Your father was the one spreading the word around that I slept with him,” Ava told you, “If anything, I think you should be talking to him about what his conversation topics are.”

   You opened your mouth but when no words came out, you closed it again.

“Connor deserves better than what you’re giving him,” You blurted out. 

It was true though.

   Throughout your childhood, it was always Connor that was there. Not your father. Not even Claire. 

Connor.

   It was Connor that taught you how to ride a bike. Who taught you how to tie your shoes. It was Connor that you went to when you were having trouble with homework. It was Connor that you went to when you were having trouble at school.

“What goes on between us doesn’t involve you,” Ava spat back at you, clearly starting to get angry.

“He’s my brother,” You shot back, “So yes, it does involve me.”

   Suddenly, you found yourself backed against the wall, the door just to the right of you. However, Ava had somehow gotten her hands on a scalpel and that scalpel was now dangerously close to your neck.

“You stay out of the way and mind your own business,” Ava growled, “Got it?”

   You remained silent, not quite comprehending what was happening.

“Got it?”

   The scalpel inched closer and you could now feel the cold blade against your skin.

“He’s my brother,” You whispered before quickly opening the door and ducking out of the room, stumbling into the bright safety of the hallway.

   You didn’t look back once as you made your way back to the ER. 

“There you are Y/N!” Maggie waved you over, “Where have you been? I’ve been looking all over for you!”

“It’s a long story that I don’t quite know,” You replied numbly, still in some sort of a daze.

   Maggie nodded, not really paying attention, her focus mainly on the tablet and the long list of patients that still needed to be seen.

“There’s a girl in Treatment 1 with a nasty cold and a man in Treatment 4 with a suspected broken leg,” Maggie handed you a tablet and you were whisked back into the busy ER.

~~~

“Hey, how was your shift?” Will asked as you walked into your shared apartment.

   The more you thought, the more you wondered if Ava was actually prepared to kill you earlier. You weren’t able to catch Connor again since the incident and was so exhausted you decided just to go home.

   You flopped down on the couch next to Will and furrowed your eyebrows, still trying to comprehend today’s activities.

“I think someone tried to kill me today,” You said, rather casually actually.

   Will chuckled, thinking you were just joking around but when he saw that you weren’t laughing, or smiling even, his eyes went wide.

“What? Who?” He asked, his voice laced with concern.

   You swallowed hard, “Dr. Bekker.”

“What happened?” Will asked and scooched closer towards you before wrapping a strong arm around your shoulders.

“Connor told me she slept with my dad and so I went to confront her about it,” You explained shakily, “And then she told me to stay out of her and Connor’s business and...”

   Will didn’t push you to go on. Instead, he waited for you to talk on your own accord.

“And she held a scalpel to my neck,” You breathed out after a moment.

   You had held it together the entire day, your mind was too busy to really think about it but now...it had plenty of time. You let out a small whimper and Will pulled you closer towards his warm body.

“You’re okay now,” He whispered before planting a kiss on your forehead. “You’re safe.”

   You nodded and let him hold you.

“We should probably get the police involved,” Will told you.

“NO!” You exclaimed, your voice no longer shaky, “Absolutely not.”

   Will looked at you, confused, “She tried to kill you!”

   You shook your head, adamant about your decision, “No, I’ll tell Mrs. Goodwin tomorrow morning. I just want to go to bed and snuggle with you for the rest of tonight.”

   Will nodded, “Then that’s what we’ll do.”

#chicago med #chicago med x reader #chicago med imagine #chicago med imagines #will halstead x reader #conner rhodes #rhodes sister #ava bekker bashing

[kimistorm]

Don't do That! (Doctor Strange x Reader Part 7)

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Pairing: Doctor Strange x fem! Reader

Series: It's all a Little Strange, Chapter 7 Masterlist

There was the sound of magic coming from the library. Mordo and Wong clearly heard it too as they were running towards the library. You burst through the door and saw Stephen with the Eye of Agamotto open and running. Behind him, mirrored walls were starting to pop up from the ground. “Stephen no!” you shouted and ran at him to knock him down and hopefully break his concentration.

“Stop!” Mordo yelled as well and Stephen snapped out of his stupor a moment before you crashed into him.

“What were you thinking!” you demanded and got back onto your feet without helping Stephen to his feet.

“Tampering with the continuum of probability is forbidden!” Mordo shouted as he ran up to Stephen.

“I... I wa... I was just doing exactly what it said in the book!” Stephen stuttered in defense. “And what did the book say about the dangers of performing that ritual?” Mordo shot back. “Yeah, I don't know. I hadn't gotten to that part yet.” Stephen confessed. Mordo shook his head and explained, “temporal manipulations can create branches in time. Unstable dimensional openings. Spacious paradoxes! Time loops!” You interrupted Mordo, “you want to get stuck reliving the same moment over, and over, forever, or never having existed at all?” you asked in disbelief. Stephen tried to laugh, “they really should put the warnings before that stuff.”

“I told you that!” you shouted in frustration, “I told you that warnings go after the spell!”

“Either way, they really should-”

“Stephen!” you cried out, “your curiosity could have gotten you killed.” “You weren't manipulating the space-time continuum,” Mordo explained, “you were wrecking it.” He looked disapprovingly at Stephen, “we do not tamper with natural law. We defend it.”

“Don’t do that.” You stated stubbornly and refused to look Stephen in the eye, “don’t...mess with stuff you don’t understand.” You finished quietly and wiped a tear that had fallen.

“I clearly understood it if I could do it, and I read through the book.” Stephen protested.

“Ha! You didn’t ‘read through the book,’” you finally looked at Stephen and met your watery eyes with his shocked ones, “you only read part of it. Like you said, you hadn’t got to the warnings part yet.”

“Wha? (f/n), is this sentiment coming through?” he asked in amusement.

“Shut up Stephen!” You shoved his shoulder with enough force he had to step back to regain his balance. “I’d have to be pretty heartless to not care about you.” You answered, “though it seems heartless-ness is something you excel at.” You muttered under your breath.

“If you’re done having your domestic-” Mordo started.

“Oh my gosh Mordo!” you shouted, “this was not a domestic!” you pointed rapidly between the two of you.

Mordo ignored your outburst and trained his concentration on Stephen, “how did you learn to do that?” he gestured to the Eye of Agamotto, “where did you learn the litany of spells required to even understand it?”

“I’ve got a photographic memory,” Stephen explained, “it’s how I got my M.D. and Ph.D at the same time.”

“What you just did,” Mordo once again gestured to the Eye of Agamotto, “takes more than a good memory. You were born for the mystic arts.”

“Hold up,” you stepped into the conversation, “how can you conclude that?”

“It takes years for someone to have the skill to utilize the Eye of Agamotto. I’m sure you can’t even do it yet,” Mordo explained and you frowned at his comment, “and he was able to do it in weeks.”

“What about you,” you continued to sulk and crossed your arms, “can you utilize the Eye?”

“I’ve never tried.” Mordo answered simply.

Stephen shook his head, “I side with (f/n), my hands still shake.” He lifted his hands up to show that they were indeed trembling.

“For now, yes.” Mordo agreed.

“Not forever?” Stephen asked excitedly.

“We’re not prophets.” Mordo shook his head in denial, “come.” He gestured and led the way down the hall. You gestured for Stephen to go first and you were about to follow them when your pager shrieked.

“(f/n)?” Mordo and Stephen turned to look at you as you looked down at the pager.

“You guys go on ahead. Looks like I’m needed at the hospital.” You opened a portal into your room to change, “and it was my off day too.”

You hurriedly changed and portaled a block away from the hospital. You were still straightening your clothes when you burst into the hospital.

“Oh (f/n)! I’m so glad you could make it!” Christine gestured for you to follow her.

“What’s the emergency?” you asked and pulled your hair into a ponytail.

“Our other cardiovascular surgeon is in the middle of a surgery right now, but this guy needs immediate attention.” She explained and led you to a surgery room, “it’ll be quick.”

“Got it.” You responded and entered the room to do your job. Like Christine explained, it was quick and you were out in minutes. Which proved to be excellent timing as you got a text from Stephen. You frowned, you didn’t remember giving him your phone number. It was a simple text with one word, ‘Kaecilius’, and you jumped to look for Christine. “Christine!”

“Yeah?” she asked and looked at you.

“Listen, I’ve got to go. It’s an emergency.” You hurriedly told her.

“Go ahead. Thanks for coming on such short notice.”

“Thanks Christine!” you called over your shoulder and ran out of the hospital. You found an alleyway and portaled straight to the front of the New York sanctum and burst through the doors.

“I’ve got to hand it to you Kaecilius.” You called out and he spun around to face you, “you didn’t pick an awful time.”

“Who is this chick in scrubs?” you heard one of the zealots mutter.

“This ‘chick in scrubs’ is actually a doctor in scrubs!” you corrected, “and I’m going to kick your butt!” behind them you saw Daniel shaking his head. “Oops, guess I lost the element of surprise didn’t I?”

“Yep!” he shouted.

“Give me a break Daniel! I’m trying to be cool here!” you protested and noticed Stephen standing on the balcony above, “I need to be a cool mentor!”

“Quit while you’re ahead (f/n)!” Daniel laughed.

“Shut up Daniel!” without warning a zealot ran at you with his spear poised to stab you. You jumped and spun around in the air and kicked him in the face as you spun around. “At least give me a chance to change!” you shouted indignantly and formed a shield on your left forearm to block the next attack. You flipped over the zealot and landed on his back while simultaneously transforming your shield into your favorite weapons. The two ice chakrams. Before the zealot had a chance to throw you off you jumped off of him but the other zealot ran straight into the area where you were about to land.

“Nope!” you heard Daniel yell and a whip shot out and pulled the zealot away from you.

“Hey Stephen!” you shouted and ducked another stab, “if you feel up to it, you can join in!” you brought a chakram around to slice at the zealot’s legs but he jumped out of the way. You jumped up and threw both chakrams at him.

“Oh, so now I can fight?” Stephen asked in annoyance.

The chakrams returned to you and you snatched them out of the air, “only if you want to. It’s experience!” the zealot ran at you and you spun around and kicked him away. “Daniel and I got this!” you smirked and risked a knowing glance to Daniel.

“Are you still good at that one spell?” Daniel questioned and grunted as he ducked an attack, “because now would be a good time!”

“On it!” you responded and your chakrams dissolved as you summoned a fiery whip and hooked it onto the balcony above the lobby and swung yourself up.

“What are you doing?” Stephen asked as you stood next to him and held your hands together in a symbol.

“Magic.” You replied without looking at him since you’re eyes were closed, “now stop talking.” You started to chant the incantation for the spell and a wind was throw up around you and snowflakes started to form within the whirlwind. Beside you, Stephen had staggered back and held up an arm to shield his eyes. The whirlwind was picking up speed and the snow around you was thickening with you in the center of it all, chanting the entire time.

Neither you nor Stephen noticed a zealot run at you and land a punch straight to your face through the whirlwind. You screamed and fell to the ground and the whirlwind dissipated in a second. You scrambled to get back up in your dazed state but a weight landed itself onto your chest and you blinked to recognize the zealot sitting on you.

“She’s too much trouble,” you heard Kaecilius call out followed by a grunt as he dodged a punch from Daniel, “kill her.”

“No!” you heard two voices yell out and the zealot formed a space shard poised for your heart.

“(f/n)!” you heard Stephen scream and the weapon rushed down at your chest.

Everything seemed to move in slow motion. One of your arms raised to meet the zealot’s arm to block the blow. It didn’t completely block it, but it did cause the zealot to lose her mark and instead stab you in the stomach. Time resumed it’s normal passage and you screeched. Not even a moment later the zealot was yanked from your body as Stephen’s whip wrapped itself around her and tossed her ungraciously over the railing.

“(f/n)! (f/n)!” Stephen rushed to your side.

“There’s still a battle going on Stephen!” you winced, “it’s not fatal.” You used one hand to push him away while the other clutched at your wound to stanch the bleeding, “help Daniel.” When he didn’t move you shoved him harder, “go!”

That shook him out of his reverie and he scrambled up to his feet to go and help Daniel, “stop!” he cried out and leapt over the railing of the balcony to deal with what had happened.

You looked down at your stomach to see the dark red blood quickly seeping through your scrubs, “and these were my nice ones too.” You sighed. You took your shirt and ripped off the lower half of it. Not enough to reveal too much, but enough to provide pressure for your wound. You took it and wrapped it around your wound and tied it tight.

“This better hold up.” You muttered to yourself. Stephen, followed by Kaecilius and his two zealots bound up the stairs and you were no longer hidden from them. You drew out a whip made of the normal red matter as one of the zealots ran at you. You swung the whip around in an attempt to keep the zealot away. It registered in the back of your mind that Daniel was nowhere to be seen. The zealot broke through the line of fire and you barely managed to put up a shield before the zealot was in your face with the space shard pressing down on your shield.

“I don’t want to kill you.” You told the zealot.

“Too bad,” she snarled, “because I do.” She abruptly spun away and came at you with renewed vigor. At the last moment you dodged her and ran out of the balcony to keep you from being cornered in the wall. Your adrenaline was quickly muting the pain from the wound.

You turned around the next corner and fell into the ceiling. The hallway was spinning round and round at Kaecilius’ whim. The other zealot fell around the corner but got back up onto her feet much quicker. At the end of the hallway was the Rotunda of Gateways with one of the gateways broken open. The hallway turned again and this time everyone grabbed onto something to keep from falling through the gateway.

You formed a whip out of the cooler blue substance and hooked it onto the wall. You then swung up to face the other zealot and kicked her hand that was holding onto the ledge of the wall. She screamed and fell down into the gateway, barely skimming past Stephen.

“A little warning would be nice!” he called up to you. You gave him a cheeky smile and dropped down as well. Your whip wrapped itself around a door, but it wasn’t necessary since the hallway corrected itself. You ran towards the dial in front of the gateways but another zealot stopped you by throwing a space shard at you, which you (luckily) dodged.

Stephen then interfered by punching the zealot in the face. You took this opportunity to turn the dial, therefore trapping the other zealot. Stephen managed to throw the zealot into the forest and you spun the dial.

“Good job.” You panted. You started to calm down and the wound made itself known. You winced and placed your hand on the wound. It was bleeding more profusely than ever and the fabric was hot and sticky from blood. You leaned against the wall as your knees started to feel weak.

“(f/n)!” Stephen gasped as he saw how bloodied your clothes were and how pale you were.

You shook your head (which you regretted since you were taken over by a wave of nausea), “Kaecilius. Where’s Daniel?”

Stephen’s answer was interrupted by Kaecilius running up to Stephen with his space shards poised to hit. Stephen ducked and ran down the hall. Kaecilius then turned to you and you dodged and ran down the hall that Stephen ran down. Each step sent pain through you and your vision started to fade in and out. You gritted your teeth as you followed Stephen.

You turned a corner and nearly ran into Stephen who was pulling down a wardrobe, “it won’t do anything, leave it!” you commanded and continued to run.

The two of you made it into the room full of relics, “(f/n), hide. You can’t fight like this.” Stephen ordered.

“I won’t just leave you.” You argued.

“You’re a lot less helpful if you’re dead. You’re losing blood, we don’t have time. Hide!” he shoved you aside and you stumbled, but you followed his words and ducked into another hallway and tucked yourself behind a cabinet.

You ripped a piece of fabric from your pants and wrapped it around your wound. You took deep breaths as you tried to calm down your racing heart. You winced as you heard the sound of breaking glass. As much as you wanted to run to Stephen’s aid, you had to trust that he could hold his own. There was the sounds of more fighting, shoes being dragged against the ground, and then silence. As much as you had faith in Stephen, you couldn’t stand sitting down doing nothing. You tried to get back onto your feet, but the blood quickly rushed from your head and you fell forward. ‘Sorry Stephen.’ You thought to yourself as your eyes closed.

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[utterlyinevitable]

imagine this

Ethan Ramsey and MC BOTH inhale the mitotoxin and Ethan has a death scare...angsty

why u always killing these characters ??? 🤣

sinking suspicion that my hc’s are just less detailed fics 🤔 am i do headcanons right??? 

Ethan Inhales the Mitotoxin

Ethan stared at MC through the window. It was just the two of them left. 

The two more-than-colleagues shared the same look of utter despair and heartache. 

“Can I stay with you tonight?” he asked.  MC was grateful yet skeptical, “They won’t need you in the lab?”  “I can be of more use here.” 

Ethan wouldn’t tell her that his mind wouldn’t be able to focus - he was fighting the whole day between his professionalism and his feelings for the resident. At the forefront of his desires was running to her side and wishing he could take all her pain away. Absolve it all. 

He threw on the hazmat suit and made his way to her as quickly as possible. There was no second to waste. 

They talked. 

They shared regrets. 

They finally spoke their true feelings in such small words in the room that’s taken almost everything from them. It was only a matter of time before he lost her too.

Ethan climbed into bed and held her as best he could in the bulky hazmat suit. 

And she tried not to cry as she told him she wished she could kiss him one last time. That she could count every time their lips met in the most perfect synchronization on one hand. That she’d give anything to have him one more time. Even if that one thing was her life. She wanted to love him and have that love, unashamed, returned for once. [i’m not crying as i write this line nope no i’m not] 

Holding her in the cramped twin-sized bed. Not being able to feel the warmth of her skin against his. Ethan wanted all of that as well. He wanted her and more. 

The way she was looking up at him, fragile and broken and yet still the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen, he made a decision. 

He’d be damned if these were their last moments together. 

Against all rationality, Ethan removed his helmet. 

“No! What’re you doing? Are you stupid?” MC freaked out through her compressed breaths. 

She tried to pull away from him, to put as much distance between their bodies as she could.  

Ethan pulled her closer; “Yes. But I’m not letting you go.” 

They stared at one another for a moment. She couldn’t believe he was jumping into the unknown, risking every thing he has worked his entire life for. Risking it all for a few moments with her. 

She tentatively raised her hand up, wanting so badly to cup his face. To feel the coarse stubble against her skin. 

But she knew she couldn’t. The toxin was all over her and he was already at risk of inhalation. 

Ethan saw the hesitation as her hand froze in midair. He guided her palm to his cheek. 

Their eyes locked on contact. 

Neither closed their eyes as they savored the feeling. They wanted to see - to catalog and remember - every moment of this. For as long as they had left.  

And she started to cry the second his warmth met her palm. 

The tears slowly fell down her tired, so tired, features. 

Ethan reached out to catch them on his thickly gloved hand. His thumbs on the apples of her cheeks and fingers cradling the back of her head. 

He swallowed.

His ocean eyes searched her. 

And as he looked he realized he was holding his whole world in his hands. 

So Ethan pulled her closer to him. He trailed one of his hands down to her waist and slipped it around the small of her back. He needed her closer. 

The whole time MC’s fingers twirled and grasped the strands of his hair, reveling in the feeling of the soft locks of the man she loved. Her other hand finding home on his chest, counting the faint thumps of his heart. 

And yet she wasn’t close enough for Ethan’s liking. 

In one failsafe movement, he swept to press his lips to hers. 

He kissed her. 

He kissed her in the middle of the apocalypse - in the middle of Pompeii as Vesuvius’ ash rolled closer and closer.

It didn’t matter. The toxin didn’t matter. None of it mattered because he had her.  

If she was fading he would follow. 

As much as Ethan Ramsey hated Romeo & Juliet, he never identified with the star-crossed lovers more. 

He would follow her into the dark. 

She broke them apart with a heavy gasp, needing air all too soon. 

He let her take the deepest breaths; his kisses making up for lost time at her nose, her cheeks, her forehead, and the spot under her ear in the meantime. 

And they kissed some more. 

They held one another all night as MC snuggled up against him. Her forehead pressed against the warmth of his cheek, keeping them connected. 

There wasn’t a single second since he took the mask off that they weren’t skin to skin. 

As they lay there, the humming of the machines drowning out serenity, Ethan began to feel the side effects of his irrationality settling in. 

MC could hear the panic in the irregular beating of his heart. 

“Regretting your stupid decision?”  “I could never regret time spent with you,” he told her honestly. 

She rambled on about how he shouldn’t have done it, no matter what. That this wasn’t worth the both of them dying. 

Ethan begged to differ. 

But now wasn’t the time to tell her he’s irrevocably in love with her. That, hidden in his earlier regrets is that he may never get the chance to tell her. 

With every certain fiber left in his failing body Ethan asserted, “We’re not going to die.”  “Ethan... I’ve come to terms with it. I’m okay.”  

She leaned over and kissed him again. It was languid, slow and lingering, spilling every unsaid feeling into the kiss as if they had all the time in the world to work through their issues.  

And in the distance she could hear Sienna screaming. 

“Doctor Ramsey! What are you doing!?” 

The pair didn’t break away quick enough to notice the tiny resident at the window. 

Quicker than lightening Sienna searched around for a spare suit while paging June and Baz to make their way upstairs. 

“Great you’re together.” Sienna let a small congratulatory remark slip before the fire in her eyes took hold. She turned fully to Ethan, making certain he saw deep into her eyes, “What the hell! Do you have a death wish? I cannot lose another friend tonight.” 

And the weight of what he’s done finally came to fruition. 

Ethan didn’t care. He was selfish. He didn’t say goodbye to anyone who could be affected by his impulsive decisions. He didn’t patch things up with his dad before he’d gone. 

“Take off your suit. I’m going to take your vitals,” Sienna commanded.

June and Baz arrived. Both were a little surprised Ethan would do something so bold, though June was less shocked than Baz. Neither dared to ask why their boss would do something so irresponsible. The intention was staring them right in the face. 

Right in the way MC and Ethan kept in contact. 

Even as he stripped off the suit she had her hand on his back. As Sienna took his vitals his fingers laced with hers. As he explained his symptoms and MC began to fade, he wrapped an arm around her and tucked her safely against his chest. 

With jaws on the floor the doctors made their way back down to the lab to tell everyone they had another patient. 

Ethan and MC allowed themselves the small whispers and pillow talk of finally getting to spend the night together. 

After all these months they could be happy together. They could forget everything except for their bodies pressed firmly against one another, their arms clasped behind the others back. The feeling of the others shallow breaths and drumming heart lulling them to sleep. 

He ran his fingers through her hair, loosing himself in the sensations he’s had dreams about for the better part of the last year. He placed a kiss to to top of her head, letting it linger. Letting her natural smell engulf him. 

No matter what happens he wants to remember every aspect of her. 

And eventually, Ethan let himself sleep. 

He was jolted awake by a tightening in his chest and need to vomit. He leaned over the bed and let the bile fall into the wastebasket. Then he sent an ‘911’ message on his pager. 

MC rubbed her eyes awake, terrified as he keeled over onto the floor. Whatever strength was left in her body she exerted to get herself to him. She sat next to him and rubbed his back, whispering sweet nothings of “It’ll be alright. It’ll pass.”  

The despondent look he gave her sent a chill down her spine. 

No. 

He reached out and touched her face one last time. 

If he wasn’t gasping for air he would have said the words. 

Ethan didn’t need to say them, she felt them in the blue of his irises and the way the lines of his face smoothed out. He was slipping through her fingertips and yet he never looked so sure, so serene. 

Then he collapsed. 

And MC cried. She cried so much she couldn’t see through her tears as she tried to check his vitals - checking for breaths, and mustering her strength to roll him on his side. 

And soon enough the team was suited up. 

Tobias, June, Baz and Aurora entered the isolation room. Aurora held MC back as the other three lifted Ethan onto a gurney. 

They plugged him with oxygen. 

And as they wheeled him away June shared a sorrowful look with the forlorn resident.  

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Emergency Room (BTS X READER)-21

A/N: Hello everyone! Sorry, I have not updated yet, I just started a new job which meant I had to go each day this week for training. However, Thank you so much for all the support and patience. I really appreciate it. Thank you once again, and here is part 21 :)

October 31. (Yes I know it's not October but... I'm sorry lol)

Y/n's POV:

Halloween. The one night of the year people go out, dress up whatever they want to be, and have fun. Sometimes having too much fun can be very risky, which is why the E.R. becomes very busy during Halloween. Tonight both, Taehyung and I, decided that the both of us would work the whole day. It is currently 10:00 am and I was filling out paperwork with Janet. "This is the last one you need to sign, and here is the next patient chart," Janet said as she handed me the chart while I signed the document and handed it to her. "Thank you Janet and after I see this patient please send the signed documents to radiology," I said. "Yes, I will." She said smiling. I thanked her once again and went onto my next patient. This patient was a 7-year-old boy who seemed to be having a lot of stomach pain, "Good morning, my name is Dr.L/N, I will be your doctor for today, what seems to be going on?" I said as I began to give the boy a checkup. "This morning, he just woke up not wanting to eat and saying his stomach hurt and it began in the middle and now is in the lower right side." The mother said as the child look to be in a lot of pain. "alright, nick can you tell me exactly where it hurts." I said and the child pointed. "alright well I will have the nurse start an Iv and begin to do some lab work so we can quickly see what's going on. I will also call the pediatric surgeon so he can also take a look at him." I said. "thank you," the mother said and I excused myself and paged jungkook. Then I went back to filling documents.

I looked over at Taehyung and saw that he was giving a patient medication and discharge them. Once I saw him look in my direction I quickly looked away. Then I heard some footsteps and felt someone standing next to me. "Don't act like you weren't staring." He said chuckling. "I wasn't, I was looking at the vitals," I said. "For my patients?" he said. "Yes, double-checking couldn't hurt," I said and he nodded. "So what should we get for lunch?" he said. "I actually promised B/F/N we would get lunch," I said and he frowned. "Well, can I join?" he asked. "Nope. This is my only time I see her, we can get dinner later, okay?" I said and kissed his cheek and felt my pager go off. I told him I had to go and quickly went to the room my patient was in. "What's going on?!" I asked the nurses. "Dr. Jeon came in 30 minutes ago and said it was just the flu but the child has gotten worse. Here are the labs," she said as she handed me the lab results. "This isn't the stomach flu, this is appendicitis. How has his temperature change?" I asked the nurses. "It's slowly been increasing." That's when I paged Jackson, my intern for the day and, Jungkook. "Mam, I believe that his appendix is going to burst or has burst, we need to get him into surgery now, is that okay?" "yes, please, help him," she said as she had tears. She then kissed her child's forehead and that's when Jackson came in. "Please call the O.R. and tell them to prep for us," I said to the nurse who has to the side of me." she nodded and left. "Jackson, let's go. quickly and go ahead of me so you can scrub in first." I said and we both left.

During surgery, we had just removed his appendix. That's when Jungkook came in. "What happened?" he said as he put on gloves. "Well, you mistook this child's pain, symptoms, and labs for the stomach flu. It was appendicitis," I said as I began to close up. "That can't be possible," he said. "Well, that's what happened," I said. "You know what, I don't have time for this, I went out of my own surgery to help you, and instead you are just blaming me. Where were you? huh. I didn't see you at all when I was giving my consult." he said and began to take off his gloves. "What?! I was in the E.R the whole time. Plus, I was helping other patients. You are literally a pediatric surgeon. not to mention a really good one. What is going on?!" I said. "You want to know what’s my problem. My problem is you. All you do is ask for my help and look at how I am treated. Next time, ask someone else the hospital has more pediatric surgeons." he said coldly and walked out. It hurt. I stopped stitching and took a deep breath. "Would you lie me to close up?" Jackson asked. "Yeah, I'll just watch...um.. to make sure you do everything well," I said and he nodded. For the rest of the surgery, It was quiet.

Once the child was out of surgery and in recovery, we notified the mother she thanked us. "I will take her to the room, Dr.L/N. You can go get your lunch." I thanked him and went to the cafeteria. I saw B/F/N, but she was talking to Hoseok so I decided to just go and sit in the playground area that they have for the parents and kids. I sat on a bench and looked at the sky.  After my lunch break was over, I went back and went to the E.R . my day was not going very well and my afternoon shift hasn't begun.

End of y/n's POV

Taehyung's POV

I went to the cafeteria when it was lunchtime. I saw B/F/N sitting with Hoseok, Yoongi, and Seokjin. I went to join them. "Hey Everyone, um B/F/N, wasn't Y/N suppose to join you," I said. "Yeah, But she never joined. I haven't seen her," she said. "Would you like some?" Seokjin said as he handed me some of his food. I took it and began to eat. Soon Jackson, Y/n's intern joined us. "Hey have any of you seen Y/N?" He asked and we all shook our heads no. Then Jungkook came and sat down. He looked annoyed. "What's wrong?" Yoongi asked. He didn't respond. Then I heard Hoseok say "Oh look Y/Ns over there sitting at the playground benches, " I turned around, and there she was but she was staring at the sky and would look at the kids and parents as well. I was standing and the B/F/N stopped me. "Leave her be. She does this, she will tell you hats wrong but it's better to let her be, for now, trust me. she wants space." I sat down and looked at Jackson. "What happened in the O.R.?" I said. Then Jackson stood up like he was about to yell but took a deep breath instead and said. "Ask Jungkook, he knows exactly what happened." Then Jungkook stood up and left.

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*p.s. would you guys like part two of this part? describing jungkook’s pov and motive?*let me know!!:)

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