#paramedic au

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Lena as a woman struggling with a medical illness or condition that requires frequent emergency medical care and ambulance rides to the hospital. Kara as the EMT who responds to those calls at Lena's homd most frequently. Kara is charming and helps keep Lena calm and they strike up a rapport, maybe even a little bit of flirting. Definitely a lot of trust, which builds each time Lena sees Kara bending over her to evaluate her.

Then one night Lena gets in a nasty car accident (not her fault), suffering severe life threatening injury, and lo and behold, the EMT who responds is none other than Kara. This time, when Lena gazes up at her, Kara's features are grim and edging on desperate, contrasting sharply with her usual easy humor.

When Lena mutters Kara's name, Kara looks down and sees her awake. She forces a smile.

"Well, well, well, out in the wild this time," she tries to joke, but there's no mirth in her eyes.

Still, Lena feels relief. She knows Kara. She knows Kara will keep her alive, just as she's done countless times before.

"Glad you're... here," Lena murmurs, already fading again.

"No, no, no, Lena you need to keep your eyes open. Just keep your eyes on me, okay?" She calls for a cervical collar and something else over her shoulder.

Lena tries to obey-- she could stare at Kara all day every day given the chance-- but her body betrays her. Still, she drifts off knowing that if she has any chance at all of waking up again, it will be because of the woman kneeling over her.

#supercorp #paramedic au #angst? #mostly fluffy i think #a lot of it would be them bantering when lena needs to be transported for the medical events prior to the accident

[hyuge]

Life Alert

First aid training was not a required life skill, but it was highly recommended. Shinsou saw an ad in a brochure for a CPR class and decided that while he believed he would be fine in an emergency, it would probably be best to ensure he knew what he was doing. He went online to the community website to get registered for the class. After one two-hour session with local paramedics, he would be a certified CPR specialist.

Maybe not a specialist, but if anyone ever stopped breathing, he would be prepared to help them.

He was a little surprised to see how many people turned up to the class for a Tuesday evening in the middle of winter. There were about a dozen other students of varying ages and three uniform-clad paramedics present to lead them through the training. CPR dummies were laid out on mats on the floor, and everyone was asked to take a seat next to the dummies. The paramedics introduced themselves as Kendou, Monoma, and Tetsutetsu.

They were paired up with two people per dummy, and then each paramedic took two teams. Shinsou’s dummy partner introduced herself as Shiazaki. He mumbled a greeting and carded his hand through his long purple locks. The one called Monoma knelt in front of Shinsou and Shiazaki, along with the other pair seated beside them.

Monoma seemed loud to say the least, though that didn’t mean much in comparison to his silver-haired coworker. Kendou seemed to reel them both in, to some extent. Monoma instructed with very expressive hand gestures as he went over the basics of CPR to their group.

“When do we administer CPR?” he asked.

Shiazaki raised her hand. It was small and delicate, not a single callus to be seen. Monoma nodded at her. His slate-blue eyes fixated on her, though there was a look of disinterest on his face. “When someone stops breathing.”

Monoma’s head bobbed slowly with a nod. “And when else?” He turned his gaze on Shinsou.

“When their heart stops?”

“Is that a question?”

“No,” said Shinsou.

Something about this Monoma guy kind of irked him but in a ‘he’s hot but also annoying,’ sort of way. His straight, blond hair swept across his forehead in an effortlessly well-groomed manner. His uniform was pristine—though that was likely because of paramedic regulations—and those bright eyes seemed to bore deep into Shinsou’s soul. It would take Shinsou a minimum of one hour to get his hair that presentable. He gave up on putting effort into it years ago. Now, he always looked as if he was five minutes post-wakeup.

“First and foremost,” Monoma continued, “you or someone else in the area needs to call emergency services and make sure the scene is safe for administering CPR. Only then should you proceed. Make sure the injured party is lying flat on their back. You can’t do compressions just anywhere. You need to find the center of their chest and place the heel of your dominant hand over the back of the other hand.”

Monoma pointed at the dummy and Shinsou shifted his body so that he was sitting on his knees. He put his left hand down on the dummy’s chest first, between the nipples, then set his right hand on top.

“Chest compressions can be exhausting. You need to push hard and push down at about 100 to 120 beats per minute but also make sure that the chest rises in between compressions.”

“How many times do you do it before giving mouth-to-mouth?” asked Shiazaki.

Monoma narrowed his gaze at her. “You don’t.”

Shinsou cocked a brow and looked up at Monoma from his spot over the dummy’s chest. “What?”

“It is no longer recommended that civilians give patients mouth-to-mouth. It takes away precious time that should be spent on chest compressions and spreads germs. Mouth-to-mouth also deters bystanders from providing aid.”

“What if they drowned?” asked Shinsou.

“Then you can. If the person in need is injured due to loss of air rather than heart failure, that is the only time it is recommended to administer mouth-to-mouth.”

Interesting.

“Now,” Monoma continued, “begin chest compressions. I want you to count each compression aloud.”

Shinsou did as instructed. He leaned over the dummy and began to do compressions, counting aloud in time with each thrust. There was a tsk, and he looked up to see Monoma’s eyes fixed on him. “Something wrong?”

Monoma nods. “Do you mind?”

Shinsou eyed him, then shrugged. “Sure.”

Monoma leaned over Shinsou; his chest pressed firmly against Shinsou’s back. His arms slid down in place beside Shinsou, and warmth radiated where they touched. Monoma placed his hands on top of Shinsou’s and breathed against his ear as he spoke. “You gotta push harder and slower.” Oh. Boy, Shinsou’s face heated at that. He was glad Monoma was behind him so that he couldn’t see the color bloom on his cheeks. “Count with me. One… Two… Three…”

And he did. With Monoma’s hands on his hands, he did the compressions harder and slower, pumping life back into the dummy. His voice vibrated in Shinsou’s ear, and it was harder and harder to focus on the CPR he was supposed to be learning. When the weight finally left his back, Shinsou was filled with disappointment, but he continued the compressions as instructed. Monoma moved to assist Shiazaki, but Shinsou noted how he did not wrap himself around her like he did with Shinsou.

Was he just that bad at it or was there another reason? He tried not to focus on it. Shinsou’s eyes scanned the room, watching as everyone else practiced. He didn’t see any of the other paramedics get that close and personal with their instruction. Odd. His arms grew tired from the compressions. “Is it okay to stop now?”

Monoma inspected him for a moment, then nodded. “We’ll move onto mouth-to-mouth now.”

“I thought—”

“While it is not recommended to do it for CPR, it’s still good knowledge to have.”

The rest of the class went by rather quickly and by the end of it, Shinsou was handed a small card with his name written on it stating he had passed the CPR safety course. He thanked Kendou as she handed it to him with a smile. She gave a simple, “No problem,” then moved on to the next student. Shinsou made his way to the door to leave, then hesitated. Tetsutetsu was cleaning up the supplies and Monoma was at the door saying goodbye to everyone as they left.

Shinsou bit his lip. He wasn’t usually this forward (or ambitious), but something needled its way into the back of his head that egged him to do the unthinkable. He cleared his throat, and Monoma lifted his gaze to him. “Did you need something?” asked Monoma.

Shinsou parted his lips, wetting them before speaking. “I, um—I was wondering if you wanted to get a drink sometime? Or something. It doesn’t have to be drinks,” he added with uncertainty.

Whatever Monoma was thinking, his face kept hidden. Shinsou was not a fan of the fact that he couldn’t read him. “Like a date?” he asked carefully.

Shinsou nodded. “Yeah. I just—I thought I felt something earlier. Sorry if I misunderstood.” He moved to leave, but an arm extended in front of him, blocking the doorway.

“Phone.”

“What?” Shinsou blinked.

“Your phone,” said Monoma with a smile. “So, I can put my number in.”

Oh.

“Here.” Shinsou pulled his phone out of his pocket and held it out. Monoma was quick to enter his number and then hand it back.

“I’m free on Sunday.”

Shinsou felt his cheeks warm once more. “Then it’s a date.”

Thank you for reading! You can download the zine for free! ~ Also consider popping over to AO3 to drop a kudos if you liked it. 💕

#bnha #mha #monoshin #monoma neito #shinsou hitoshi #paramedic au #meet cute #fluff #zine fic #fanfiction #fanfic #bnha fic #mha fanfiction #paramedic monoma neito

[xofantasycloud]

I told you I was working on a new KISS story! After three days of writing almost none stop lol, it’s here! Love writing when the words just flow😍

Really hope you’ll like this one!

#emergency contact #paramedic au #KISS (keep it simple stupid) #emily sonnett #kelley o'hara #ao3fic #sohara

[punkpoemprose]

The Patient- A Kristanna Paramedic Oneshot

Universe: Modern AU/ Paramedic AU

Rating: T (13+)

Length: 2267 Words

Summary: Anna has to call 911 after a small fire breaks out in her condo. The hot blonde paramedic is the best and worst part of her day.

A/N: Day 10 of the 2022 Advent Calendar. I’ve managed to get behind again, of course, and I had to write this prone on my bedroom floor because I’ve fucked my back up, but you know what, I’m going to keep going anyway. Please ignore any factual errors about paramedics and medicine here, I did a little research, but otherwise I just wanted these two idiots to smooch under a new circumstance.

Today was, decidedly, not Anna’s day.

She sat, mortified, in the back of the ambulance with the most attractive man she’d ever met in her life, mutely checking her over for injuries.

“Really, I’m alright,” she said, then coughed, “I didn’t get burnt or anything when I was turning off the oven and using the fire extinguisher, I just couldn’t let the smoke out of my kitchen because the window was painted shut.”

She coughed again, not exactly proving her point that she was, in fact, fine. This was what she got for paying someone to renovate her condo without triple checking all their references and their work. Her detail obsessed sister would be so disappointed in her.

“Smoke inhalation is a very serious problem Ms. Arendelle.”

He was so serious in both tone and expression when he turned to his colleague to ask them to grab a mask and an oxygen canister.

She felt her face grow hot, and it had nothing to do with the fact that she maybe had inhaled a little too much smoke when her oven decided to catch fire for no good reason, other than perhaps spite. She’d just bought it and had it installed, and she wasn’t wholly convinced that the ghost of her last oven wasn’t possessing the new one because she’d only been preheating the empty appliance when the fire started inside it.

“Really, I’m fine.”

He was having none of it. He gave her a very unimpressed look, which both frustrated her and contributed to her blush. He was very attractive, but he also was clearly a hard-ass with lacking bedside manner.  

She glanced at the name tag attached to his shirt and read “K. Bjorgman”.

K? Kyle? Kameron? Karson?

No, none of those seemed quite right for Mr. Hard-ass.

“Here’s that tank Kristoff.”

Kristoff? What the hell kind of name was that? Must be short for Kristoffer.

“Are you refusing treatment?”

She looked from his nametag back to his face. He looked infuriatingly displeased and she thought about saying that she was just to bug him, but that probably wasn’t ideal for her health given that the other paramedic hadn’t argued with him about the need for oxygen.

“No, I just think this is a little overkill probably, it was just a small kitchen fire.”

“With no ventilation where your oven was burning… what exactly?”

“Itself,” she answered miserably, “Because of course it would.”

“Right, so potentially plastic, chemical surfactants and whatever else should or shouldn’t have been in there at the point of ignition.”

She threw her hands up, “Yeah, sure. Whatever you say Mr. expert.”

He seemed to smile, just a small quirk in the corner of his mouth, but it was something. She wasn’t sure whether he was just used to getting what he wanted and was happy because his gruff attitude and good looks combo was working out for him once again, or whether he actually found her funny.

She was mad that it made him somehow even more attractive and that it made her want to continue to comply.

***

Elsa was going to pick her up at the hospital as soon as she could get out of work, which would be… God only knew when. She was sitting crankily glaring at her cellphone screen by herself in the hospital cafeteria with her hand bandaged because she had, evidently, managed a injury… from the fire extinguisher. She didn’t remember pinching the side of her hand between the trigger mechanism and the can, she hadn’t even felt it until she was being checked out in the emergency room, where they’d discharged her for not showing any signs of serious smoke inhalation, as she’d suspected despite Mr. Kristoff “hard-ass” Bjorman Paramedic’s insistence that she be checked out.

“Glad to hear you’ve been discharged.”

The voice was unfamiliar, quiet, and warm, and she could hardly believe her eyes and ears when she turned to see who was speaking and found a somewhat muscular, smiling blonde man in a paramedic’s uniform. He was holding a cafeteria tray, looking genuinely glad to see her there. The nametag on his pocket, of course read K. Bjorgman, and she almost rubbed her eyes to confirm that she was not hallucinating the man smiling before her. It was the same man, but now he seemed not just attractive, but approachable.

God, if I feel that uniform it’ll be made of boyfriend material.

She tried to shut off the parts of her mind that were rapidly ceasing to be annoyed with him. She was still having a terrible day, and she was not about to let someone who had a role in making her day worse suddenly swoop in to make it even more upsetting by being so attractive in her vicinity that she was bound to embarrass herself.

“Yeah, they said I was fine.”

She looked back from him, down to her phone and started scrolling blindly through some social media site or another, she wasn’t paying any attention to what was passing by on her screen. She wasn’t really interested in her phone at all, she just didn’t want him to stick around and watch her make an ass of herself.

“Yeah… I’m sorry I was so pushy about encouraging you to come to the hospital by the way. It’s hard to tell how much smoke someone’s inhaled on scene and I’m always a little extra worried about it. I hope my behavior doesn’t make you pause before contacting emergency services again if you ever need it.”

She looked up from her phone and saw the genuine remorse in his expression which threw her off entirely. He really had nothing to be sorry for, he’d just been doing his job and she had honestly felt a little bit better after getting oxygen and being checked out, even if she wasn’t seriously hurt. There was peace of mind in being sure that she hadn’t accidentally scorched her airways or something.

“It’s okay… I watch too many tv dramas so I probably would have been worried that I was dying later anyway. Better to be checked out and cleared than to have my sister plan a funeral.”

“I’m glad you see it that way,” he said, looking a little less repentant and a little more appreciative, “I usually don’t get a chance to talk to people after I get them to the hospital, but you were the last call I was on for the night so I’m glad I decided on hospital food for dinner. If it’s not too awkward, maybe I could sit with you while you’re waiting for your ride?”

“Yeah, I might be here for a while, so I don’t expect you to sit with me the whole time.”

But I do want you to sit with me for some of the time, just so I can memorize the way you’re looking at me right now like you really do care.

She was so screwed.

“Your ride coming from far away?”

“No,” Anna answered honestly, shrugging her shoulders, “She’s just a workaholic, so she’ll get me when she decides to leave the office.”

He frowned then, but then quickly covered the displeasure she registered by sitting down in the empty chair across from her and smiling.

“Is it usually advisable to fraternize with a patient?”

He laughed at that, “I wouldn’t really call this fraternizing, just checking in, and you haven’t been my patient for over an hour now. If you’d like me to go though, that’s something I’d comply with, no questions asked. I don’t want to violate your right to privacy.”

She shook her head. She knew that she should tell him to go because she was just waiting for the other shoe to drop, but something told her that him being around wasn’t really a bad thing.

Maybe I’m going to choke on my water and he’s supposed to be here to give me mouth to mouth or whatever.

She was a little peeved with herself that she didn’t know whether that would an improvement or worsening of her day.

“No, you can stay. I guess I could use the company.”

He smiled at that, and Anna thought that she’d never seen anyone look more genuinely happy in her life.

***

Kristoff was rather pleased with himself when he dusted his hands off on his jeans and looked around at the condo around him. The new, new oven was installed and functioning and all the windows were opening and closing as they were meant to. He’d also helped Anna to fix a cabinet that wasn’t closing properly in her bathroom and touched up some badly painted crown molding, not because it was dangerous or inconvenient, but because she’d seemed annoyed by it.

“Kristoff you’re my hero!”

He snort laughed, unable to help himself.

“Not usually the context in which I hear that, but I’ll take it.”

She swatted him playfully and he’d never felt prouder of himself than he did when she smiled at him appreciatively.

He’d been nervous when he’d approached her in the hospital cafeteria a month before. He knew that it wasn’t really protocol to follow up with a transport after arriving to the hospital unless it was through the official paperwork laden path. He’d been unable to help himself when he’d seen her alone and moping the in the hospital cafeteria, knowing that he was at least in part, the cause of her frustration.

Now he was grateful to himself for taking the leap.

They’d talked for over an hour over terrible soggy French fries and coffee, and when she hadn’t heard a word from her sister, her only support system, he’d been the one to drive her home.

After that she’d asked him for his cell number, asking him if it would be alright for her to maybe text him to get a drink sometime. He’d agreed, letting the ball be firmly in her court regarding whether they would meet up again.

He’d been thrilled when she’d asked him out for drinks the next night and had let him in a little more. He’d never really been great at making friends, but when he was with Anna it had felt natural to talk about himself and listen to her talk about her own life.

Many more nights of dinner and drinks had lead them to the sort of comfortable friendship they were enjoying now.

She’d told him about her job and how she was sometimes scared that her parents wouldn’t have been proud of her being a kindergarten teacher when their family history was all about business and law. He’d told her about how his parents dying in a fire from smoke inhalation had made him want to be a paramedic like the one who had saved him with the help of firefighters when he’d been three years old.

She’d told him about how ashamed she was about her condo because she’d been almost certainly cheated by her contractor given the shoddy workmanship evident in her home, especially when compared to how much she’d paid. As soon as she’d told him about being too embarrassed to tell her workaholic sister about the situation because of her history of thinking of Anna as “flighty” and “impulsive”, and how she didn’t want to sue the contractor or hire a new one lest her sister find out, he’d offered to help her fix the issues that made it an unsafe place to live.

Helping people stay safe was his job after all.

He hadn’t told her that the offer had nothing to do with work, that nothing with her felt like work.

“Seriously Kris,” she said warmly, wrapping her arms around his waist for a surprise hug, “I don’t know how I lucked out to get you in my life.”

“Well you had a contractor who installed a recalled stove and painted your windows shut… I don’t know how lucky you were.”

She swatted his back playfully, but then slipped her hand up his back slowly.

It felt amazing.

She pulled him in a little closer and he settled his hands on her waist, hoping that she didn’t mind the contact.

“Are you sure you won’t let me pay you for the help?”

The question was genuine, he thought, but also she didn’t seem to be thinking too much about it with her eyes portraying something a little more pleasure than business.

He shook his head and then ducked his head down, just slightly, slowly, to see how she would react.

She pressed into him, any space between them now eliminated by her insistent contact.

When she went up on her tiptoes to close the distance between their faces, he let go of his worries that he may be overstepping and let her press a kiss to his lips.

“This,” he said, resting his forehead against hers after the chaste kiss, his hand working into her wavy red hair with great care “This is more than enough… just being with you is all I’ll ever need in return for all the help in the world. Being your friend Anna… that’s enough.”

She hummed appreciatively.

“What if I want to give you more than just friendship?”

His nose rubbed against the side of hers, he could feel the warmth of her cheek against his and despite the roughness of his stubble, she didn’t move away.

“Then I’ll be the lucky one.”

She kissed him again, and even with his eyes closed, he could imagine the smile on her lips, feeling it against his.

#kristanna advent 2022 #kristanna #modern au #paramedic au

[vanille-sweet]

You guys love firefighter Daichi AU

Personnally it's paramedic Daichi ❤️

I can't resist ❤️

**** DO NOT REPOST ****

#Daichi #Sawamura #Sawamura daichi #Daichi sawamura #Haikyuu #Haikyuu au #Paramedic au #swtveeart

[vexic929]

y'all my brain will NOT let go of the concept of paramedic Dick Grayson lately I just

#why does it suit him so well???????? #also he'd look so hot in the uniform??????? #does someone have any fic links because I'd love them #dick grayson #nightwing #paramedic au #medic au #batfamily #batfam #richard grayson #dc comics #dc #vexic lives

[ginervacade]

Paramedic AU no one asked for

Here’s chapter one, and I did go ahead and make it PeterPatterLina.

Warning ⚠️: mentions of car accident

Reggie jumped out as soon as Alex stopped the ambulance, running right over to the site of the accident, Luke right behind him. Luke hurried to the older man standing outside his car while Reggie rushed to the beautiful young woman standing with her young son beside the other vehicle. She looked relatively unharmed but the boy had several shards of glass in his arm.

“ Hi there, I’m Reggie,” he offered his hand for the woman to shake, “ I’m a paramedic, and we’re gonna get you and this little guy here all fixed up.”

“ I’m Julie. Thank you.”She shook his hand, voice weak and frightened.

“ Nice to meet you Julie, though I wish it were under better circumstances. I promise you I’m gonna do everything in my power to make sure you’re both gonna be ok.” Then he bent down to her little boy. “ Hi there buddy, what’s your name?”

“ Sebastian,” the little boy replied shyly.

“ Hi Sebastian, my name is Reggie and I’m here to help you. It looks like you’ve got some glass in your arm. If you and your Mama can come over with me to my ambulance we’ll get you all fixed up, ok buddy?”

Sebastian nodded and Reggie flashed him a reassuring smile.

“ Perfect. Can I pick you up? I promise I’ll be careful of that arm.”

When the little boy nodded again he scooped him gently into his arms and lead Julie over to the ambulance.

“ You’re being super brave little guy, you’re not even crying! You must be really strong.”

He continued talking to Sebastian as he carried him, and Julie was impressed by how good he was at keeping him distracted.

Luke met them at the ambulance. “ Mr. Jenkins is going to be just fine ma’am. Can I go ahead and get you checked out?”

“ I’m really ok.” Julie replied, nervously watching Reggie and her son.

“ I’m glad to hear that ma’am but it’s standard procedure that we check you over to make sure of that, though if you would rather wait until we get done with your son first that would be ok.”

“ Yes please, thank you.”

“ Of course ma’am, and my name is Luke. I promise that you are both in good hands.”

“ Ok Sebastian, my friend Luke here,” Luke interjected a hello with a little wave and a bright, reassuring smile to match Reggie’s, “ is gonna help me get all the glass out of your arm, ok?” When the little boy agreed Reggie continued.

“ Awesome, so I’m gonna need you to be really brave for me. Let your mama hold that hand, and give me your other one, ok? Great, so I need you to keep your eyes on me, cause if you try to watch Luke it might get kinda scary. I promise you that he’s gonna be really gentle, all he’s gonna do is get the glass out and get your arm bandaged up. You ready to get started?” Sebastian looked wide eyed at his mom for a moment and Julie smiled at him. “ You can trust these nice guys sweet boy, they’re trained to help people, it’s gonna be alright carino.”

“ Ok.”

“ Alright that’s perfect buddy. If it starts to hurt you can squeeze my hand really really tight, as tight as you need, but try to keep that arm really still for me alright? That’s perfect.” Reggie nodded to Luke. “ Hey Sebastian I really like your Star Wars shirt! Is Han Solo your favorite character?”

“ No, I like Obi Wan Kenobi.”

“ Oh yeah? He’s super awesome, and really brave! Is he how you learned to be so brave?”

“ Yeah, I like his lightsaber.”

“ Ooo yeah, I do too. What color would you want your lightsaber?”

“ I want a green one.”

“ Me too little dude. Try and keep that arm real still for me. You can squeeze my hand as tight as you need buddy, it’s ok. You’re doing so good. You too mama.” Reggie smiled at Julie, lifting his other hand to brush a tear off of Sebastian’s face.

“ Sorry,” Sebastian said, a few more tears falling.

“ Oh sweet boy it’s ok to cry. We’re just almost done and you’ve done amazing! Let’s talk about Star Wars some more ok? Who’s your favorite droid?”

“R2-D2,” the little boy sniffled, as Luke wrapped the bandage around his arm.

“ R2’s my favorite too. And we’re all done, you did really really good! I think you would make a great Jedi Sebastian, can I get a high five? Yeah, there we go. I’m gonna give you a real quick checkup while Luke does the same for your Mama. Can you give her a big hug so that she can be brave too?”

Julie couldn’t help the smile on her face, she mouthed a thank you to Reggie who simply nodded at her, flashing a crooked smile that sat just right on his freckled face in a way that made her blush, noticing the way his green eyes sparkled. She smiled at Luke, noting that he was just as cute, though trying to ignore the way his rolled up sleeves showed off his strong arms. Luke asked her questions to make sure her cognitive function was in order, “ What’s your name ma’am?”

“ Julie Molina.”

“ A beautiful name for a beautiful lady. My name is Luke by the way.”

“ So I’ve heard,” she giggled, blush increasing.

He used a light to make sure her pupils dilated properly, checked her pulse, and made sure she could move normally, and once he was sure she was ok, flashed her a smile that almost rivaled the one from Reggie. Almost, not quite, she thought. “ Looks like you’re good to go. Is there anyone you need us to call? Your husband maybe?”

“No, it’s just us. My dad is on his way here. Thank you.”

“ Of course Julie. Hopefully if I see you again, it will be under better circumstances. Try and have a better evening, alright?”

She smiled back at him, shaking his hand. She turned to Sebastian who was holding an inflated glove with a smiley face and giggling with Reggie.

“ You ready to go, Amorcito?” She ruffled his hair, “ Papi is here,” she pointed toward Ray.

“ Yeah! Look mommy, Reggie made me a smiley balloon!”

“ Oh that’s so cool! Go show Papi.” She giggled, pushing the boy toward Ray who waved at her, smiling as his Grandson ran into his arms.

“ Thank you again, you were really great with him.”

“ Absolutely ma’am, this is my job after all. He really was brave, and Star Wars is easy to talk about.” Reggie shrugged good-naturedly, shooting her the same smile. “ You’re raising a good kid.”

“Thank you, that means a lot.”

“ Have a better evening Julie. Go be with your family.”

Julie nodded at him, then walked to her father and her son.

Reggie and Luke jumped back into the ambulance, letting Alex know they were good to go. They were both too distracted to notice Alex’s knowing smile, the dazed look in Luke’s eyes, or the pink tint of Reggie’s cheeks.

#julie and the phantoms fanfic #julie x reggie #reginald peters #reggie peters #luke patterson #alex mercer #warnings: car accident #jatp #julie and the phantoms #alive au #paramedic au #paramedic Luke #paramedic Reggie #ambulance driver Alex #single mother Julie #aged up characters #here she is in all her glory #do with this what you will #peterpatterlina #juke #rulie #Julie Molina x Luke Patterson #Julie Molina x Reggie Peters #Julie Molina x Reggie Peters x Luke Patterson #julie molina #ray molina #i wrote a fic

[tennessoui]

Bartender Obi-Wan needs to meet himbo paramedic Anakin so they can talk about how their love will not last while their respective partners have moved in/moved them in and are planning their weddings. Infinite sadness vs object permanence issues and not realising they are already in a relationship bless them

honestly!!! I bet Bartender Obi-Wan and Paramedic Anakin are like getting drunk and crying into their cups together about how their partners will one day leave them because of other opportunities (Obi-Wan means younger lovers, Anakin means career opportunities)

Meanwhile designated drivers College student Anakin + Chiropractor (? right?) Obi-Wan just cheers each other and Anakin is like “yeah you know if we were in love, we’d probably have been married like four times over by now.” And Obi-Wan is like “absolutely.” and Anakin is like “too bad I’m in love with him instead.” And obi-wan looks at his paramedic idiot with the softest, fondest look on his face and he’s like “nah. not really.” And college student looks at his bartending idiot and he’s like “🥰yeah.”

#asks #paramedic au #what a relic!! i haven’t thought about her in so long #one of the peak himbo anakins to be sure #less emphasis on the idiot more emphasis on the earnestness #bartender au

[dontfeeltoohot]

Fruity four medical podcast 🥹🥹🥹

Ahhhh YES. Talking about all the shit they’ve seen? 🥺

#paramedic au #em #st #sh #thoughts #asks #rb #nw

[glow-in-the-dark-death]

The Cliches TM

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Danny somehow pissed off Ghostwriter,

So now he has to handle the world around him with the added twist of anime cliches,

Yeah, you heard him right

'Anime Cliches'

Now any sane person would stay locked up in their house to escape the worst of it, unluckily Danny is a paramedic and is constantly outside on the move interacting with people.

This effect will continue until Ghostwriter feels satisfied.

Wish Hope him some good luck.

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Danny swerving the ambulance around the 3rd person today: "No! This ambulance is not freaking 'Truck-kun', nobody is getting isekai'd today!"

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Danny: "Sir please focus. Your heart is not going 'doki doki' because of my good looks, it's because your going into heart failure!"

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Danny dragging a hero inside his home because they decided to pass out just outside his door: "I'm going to regret this in the future aren't I?

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Just an Idea

#Paramedic Danny AU #Anime cliches #dp x dc #danny phantom #dc x dp #dpxdc #batman #danny fenton #dp x dc crossover #dc x dp crossover #ghostwriter #dp x dc prompt #dc x dp prompt #story prompt #prompts #writing prompt

[thefairmaidenoffandom]

so, for all the firefighter!yuuji aus that i adore, i never see any ems!megumi, which feels like a crime

#itafushi #fushiita #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #itadori yuuji #fushiguro megumi #i did in fact have positions fleshed out for the entire cast but i'm honestly not into jjk enough to draw it all anymore #so i'll be posting any last wips/unfinished jjk pieces soon #and no this is not based on 9-1-1 im just an emt in training #au #jjk manga #megumi is obviously an aemt here but i feel like he'd go for paramedic in another two to three years #love the idea of him showing yuuji the ropes around the station #they'd ideally be early-twenties at least for all certifications to work with some wiggle room but idk it fits them #i think yuuji would make the ff choice at twenty for the earliest #so by the time the exam rolled around and he finished the academy halfway through twenty-one #megumi would have to pick ems right out of highschool to keep ages in line and give time to move from emt-b to aemt #idk im rambling #fanart #jjk fanart

[writing-for-marvel]

He’s Hazardous To My Health Series Masterlist

Warnings: strictly 18+ only, smut, unprotected vaginal sex, possessive sex, semi public sex, TRIGGER WARNING mention of a child dying from an epileptic seizure, mention of child abuse, car accident and resulting injuries, set in a hospital/emergency room, mentions of wounds & surgery & loss of life, needles & stitching, injuries to children, jealousy, angst, individual warnings at the top of each fic

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Paramedic!Bucky Barnes x Resident!Fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes is a beefy paramedic with a traumatic past, who has left a trail of broken hearts behind him. You are a resident doctor new to town, who barely has time to date between long shifts. When your paths cross in your ER during a disaster, is it the start of something magical, or are you destined to be just another of Bucky’s former flames?

Last Updated: 28th August 2023

Triage (3.2k)

Short of Breath (4.6k)

Withdrawal (2.8k)

Fight or Flight Response (3.8k)

Heartburn (5.1k)

Night Shift (4.5k)

Blunt Force Trauma (3.4k)

Quarantine (1.3k)

Part Nine (coming soon)

#em writes #masterlist #Bucky Barnes #Bucky #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes series #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes fanfiction #paramedic!bucky barnes #Sebastian Stan #Sebastian Stan characters

[xinalw]

Lawlu paramedic AU…

Lawlu paramedic AU, in which Luffy is a college student volunteer and Law is an underpaid overworked depressed med student fighting for his life

I’m gonna make part 2 now hehe I’m rlly excited

#one piece #monkey d. luffy #luffy #trafalgar law #law one piece #lawlu #lawluffy #lawlu fanart #Luffy is undeterred #law is enamored #i drew this instead of my orgo lab and now im screwed #paramedic #modern au

[xofantasycloud]

Chasing Life

This might not be the cheeriest piece (as a whole it will be very sweet and soothing I promise), but it’s all I had to offer today. I wanted to do something for us and for them, even though I don’t have a clue what the right thing to do is. All I know is is that they played their hearts out and went out as them, and that’s all that really matters today. I think I speak for all of us when I say that we love them and will always support them, no matter what.

Now, hope you like this KISS story. It’s for anyone needing… Well, something after what happened today. Take care everyone❤️

#❤️ #chasing life #KISS (keep it simple stupid) #ao3fic #paramedic au #car collision #medical au #emily sonnett #kelley o'hara #sohara

[audhd-nightwing]

steve: yeah i’m a government employee

eddie: i fucking hate cops

steve: good thing i’m an EMT then

eddie: …

eddie: *starts twirling his hair* so… are you free tonight?

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #nothing hotter than a man who takes care of people #while i enjoy law enforcement steve au’s #i prefer this #aka EMT steve #or like #paramedic steve #idk what the difference is

[sterekbros]

Begin Again (1173 words) by Winchesterek Chapters: 1/? (WIP) Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Erica Reyes Additional Tags: Paramedic Stiles Stilinski, Firefighter Derek Hale, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, True Alpha Derek Hale, Good Pack Alpha Derek Hale, Omegaverse Alpha Derek Hale, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omegaverse Omega Stiles Stilinski, Packless Omega Stiles Stilinski, POV Derek Hale, POV Stiles Stilinski

Stiles’ heart was pounding in his ears as he reached in through the broken window, feeling for a pulse point. He couldn't believe what he’d just witnessed. Not only was it a hit-and-run, but they’d also shot the girl before they took off.

“Hey, hey. Stay with me. What’s your name?” he asked her as she drifted in and out of consciousness. She mumbled ‘Erica’ before she slipped away again and Stiles tried to yank the door open but it was jammed.

Then he saw it. The bullet wound was smoking. He grabbed her shirt and pulled it aside to look at her shoulder. There were black lines surrounding the wound.

“Shit.” He knew then that she was a werewolf and the people that attacked her were hunters. They likely only left her because they thought the bullet would do her in. If she were human, Stiles wouldn't dare move her because of any injuries she might have from the accident.

But she wasn't human. If he could get the bullet out and heal the wound, she would heal any other injuries on her own.

Stiles reached in to grab her under her arms and hauled her out of the broken window. He laid her out on the ground and ripped her shirt open around the collar, then slung his backpack off. “Alright, hang in there. We’re gonna get this out.”

He fished his pocket knife out of his bag, then took a deep breath before digging in for the bullet. Stiles removed it effectively and tossed it on the ground.

“Almost done. Just have to take care of this wolfsbane. You’re doing great,” he told her even if she didn't respond. It was a habit that Stiles had, always talking to his patients as if they were conscious enough to hear him even when they weren't.

Stiles pulled out a vial of wolfsbane from his bag and prayed that it was the right strain as he opened it, dumped some onto the wound, and packed it in. He capped it and threw it back into his bag, then grabbed his lighter and lit it. It sparked and smoked and Erica started convulsing.

His heart started evening out as the black lines disappeared and the wound healed, leaving Erica lying still on the ground. “Oh, thank god.”

Then she breathed deeply and blinked at him, her eyes glazed and confused.

“You’re okay,” Stiles breathed. “I called the ambulance when the accident happened. I know you’re a werewolf and I healed your wolfsbane poisoning. The ambo should be here any minute.”

She tried to talk and Stiles shook his head, stopping her from rising before she passed out again. He looked up to see lights flashing as an ambulance pulled up.

“What happened?” a woman asked as she exited the ambulance, while another went around to the back to get a transfer board and gurney from what Stiles could see.

“It was a hit and run. Her vitals are good and I can't tell if there are any head injuries, but there are no visual fractures. She’s been in and out of consciousness.”

“You moved her?” the woman asked, giving him a judgemental look.

“I made sure to stabilize her neck as best as I could while she was moved,” he lied and there was no evidence that he’d done so.

“Alright, we got it from here.”

Stiles watched as the other medic came and they transferred her onto the board, strapped her to the gurney, and loaded her into the back of the ambulance.

Before Stiles could react, everything was silent. He looked at the wrecked car and sighed, running a hand over his face and packed up his backpack. So much for having a stress-free life in Beacon Hills. He really should have stayed at Berkeley.

***

It had been an hour since Erica had been admitted to Beacon Hills Memorial and Derek was beside himself with worry. He’d gotten there as soon as he could. Erica had been in and out of consciousness even though the doctors told him there was nothing wrong with her. He could smell the wolfsbane on her skin, but the poison had left her system as far as Derek could tell.

He held her hand and sighed, raising it to scent her and press his cheek against it. “Come on, Erica. Wake up.” Please.

As if she heard his please, her voice broke into his thoughts with, “You know me. I survive on drama.”

Her voice was hoarse, but still light and teasing. Derek looked up, relief washing through him. “If you needed some attention, all you had to do was tell me. Really, enlisting the hospital wasn't necessary.”

Erica laughed and then raised her free hand to hold her head. “I feel like I have the worst hangover.” She sighed. “What happened to my car?”

”They took it to the impound lot to inventory it. I think the officer said it was totaled.” He squeezed her hand and assured her, “Well get you another one.”

”Fucking hunters. I swear. They came out of nowhere and rammed me, then shot me with fucking wolfsbane,” Erica grumbled.

“Hunters?” Derek’s brows rose in concern. “I scented the wolfsbane on you, but I didn't see any wounds… how did you remove it?”

Erica paused, looking thoughtful as she held Derek’s hand tighter. “There was a man… he helped me.” She frowned and rubbed at her eyes before she sighed. “I don't remember much… just spots.”

Spots? That made Derek frown more, his thumb idly stroking over the back of Erica’s hand as he tried to soothe her. “So he helped you?”

”Well I’m alive so that’s the only explanation that I have,” Erica replied and rested her head against a pillow.

Derek tried to pick up the scent of whoever it was that helped Erica, but he couldn't find much on her. There was something sweet lingering on her skin, but they’d removed her clothes when she was admitted to the hospital so he wouldn't find it there. “Well, whoever he is, I’ll have to owe him. Hale’s repay their debts.”

”I don't think he’ll feel like you owe him. I mean. Why would he save me if he was expecting something out of it and then not show up to the hospital?” Erica closed her eyes and squeezed Derek’s hand again. “Really, I’m okay. When can we leave?”

Derek glanced at the door, giving Erica another once over before he stood. “I’ll check with the doctors. I brought you a change of clothes since they said the others were ruined in the wreck.”

He released Erica’s hand and stood. “I’ll be back.”

He wiped his hands on his jeans and went to find a doctor. Derek wanted to get Erica out of there just as much as Erica wanted to leave. He hated hospitals.

And whoever saved Erica, Derek knew he owed them. He made a silent promise to find out who it was whenever things were quiet again.

#sterek #derek hale #stiles stilinski #teen wolf #eternalsterek #sterek au #sterek is eternal #stiles x derek #derek x stiles #derek/stiles #stiles/derek #sterek fanfic #sterek fanfiction #sterek fic #alpha derek hale #omega stiles stilinski #paramedic stiles #firefighter derek #mine #my fic #wip #begin again