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the-ace-with-spades · 11 months

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I have the urge to write a seven-season-long medical drama, so here is a concept for Top Gun Hospital AU with ER hate-to-love hangster AU that no one asked for.

as a warning: this is a bit incohesive and silly

All the aviators are doctors and all the WSOs are nurses. With the exception of Bradley (but there’s an explanation for it).

Mav — cardiothoracic surgeon; Ice — former neurosurgeon and Chief of Surgery, current Head of Patient and Medical Services (so, entirely admin). I imagine they have the same kind of relationship as House and Cuddy in this, including Ice keeping an entire legal team for Mav’s unconventional practice methods. They've met during med school and had been rivals up until they both finished general surgery residency. Slider is an OR nurse turned anesthesia nurse. Goose was an ER nurse and met Mav during his rotation as a med student and died after an incident in the ER during Mav’s residency (that was the moment he switched from emergency medicine to surgery).

Phoenix — emergency, but she managed the impossible (like Mav) and switched from obgyn residency after the first year (only chose obgyn in the first place because of her mom, a renowned obgyn in Oregon), she's still really passionate about the obgyn field but didn't enjoy the work enough to do it for the rest of her life; Javy — general surgery; Payback — emergency with sub-spec in pediatrics; Friz — respiratory medicine; Omaha — oncology; Yale — ortho surgery.

Bob — a former OBGYN nurse, left because of a toxic work environment, working in the ER six months now, Phoenix's favorite nurse now, duh; Fanboy — started in peds oncology, had to switch because it was too hard on him mentally and is now peds emergency; Halo — started as a palliative care nurse, switched to oncology after a few years; Harvard — OR nurse, switched from general team to ortho

Hangman is the new trauma surgeon starting in their ER. Born and raised on a ranch, was expected to take over the ranch but never wanted to. Thankfully, he had too perfect grades to not send him to college — his parents wanted him to be a vet, which obviously didn’t happen, so he could stay close to the family business. He moved to California for his MD. He has terrible bedside manners with patients and patients’ family, but is surprisingly decent with kids, has lost respect for nurses sometime during his first residency year, and had a terrible case of Ego hit him during his trauma surg fellowship.

Now, about Rooster:

Bradley got into a pre-med program, Mav (who had set up Bradley’s college fund) said he’s not going to pay for it since he doesn’t want Bradley to be a doctor (long hours, lack of work-life balance, burnout, high stress, etc. It was more complicated because Mav still has the Goose trauma). So they had the fallout, Bradley moved out and deferred college to find a way to pay for it and, wanting to gather hospital experience, started working as a CNA in Peds ICU at a children’s hospital which accidentally was having a new CNA intake at the time. He liked it, actually loved it, and started hesitating whether he should continue with pre-med and be like Mav or go for nursing, like his dad. Year after, he got an offer from the hospital that said hey, we’ll fund some of your BSN as long as you work for us while you study and then work for us for another four years after getting your license. So he became a nurse, got certified as peds nurse after working two years in PICU and after another three, switched to the Pediatric Rapid Response Team, where he stayed for another two years before getting a spot as a senior nurse in adult/peds ER in a different hospital.

His relation to Mav and Ice only came to light a few months after the hiring process, as Bradley didn’t even know they worked there when he applied and it’s still a hash-hash topic in the ER. He’s been in the ER for almost three years now and has become an unofficial second-in-command as one of the few with substantial experience.

I imagine he’s definitely one the best nurses you could have as a patient — he’s honest but in an empathetic way, he’s worked in the most demanding environments with the most complex patients (ICU and RRT), he’s skilled and experienced in most procedures. Because he is one of the few male nurses, he’s the one dealing with inappropriate patients, aggressive patients, patients that need restraint, frequent flyers, etc. and he genuinely doesn’t mind — he is the perfect mix of calm and firm that makes him very reliable in most difficult situations. He is absolutely most reassuring and guiding with new stuff, be it new nurses or med students that don’t know what’s happening, and he doesn’t judge. It does help, too, that he was partially raised by two very cocksure surgeons and therefore knows how to deal with doctors that turned a bit too arrogant.

Before I go to the hangster part of this shit, I want y’all to know it all started because I found this Rooster-coded scrubs:

I imagine that he buys most of his scrubs since the work-issued scrubs don’t fit well on men (most unisex ones are very much just female fit stamped with unisex label) and peds nurses can have lots of cute ones so the kids feel less nervous around them

Also, this is a warning that yes, Bradley is trans in this scenario, too, because I said so. It's relevant to a few scenes, I think?? and there's tw for transphobic OC

Now, a bunch of scenarios I can see for this AU:

On the first day at his new workplace, Jake makes a reputation for himself. He confuses Nat, in her hospital-issued scrubs and with her doctor tag clearly on display, for a nurse and literally talks over her in front of a patient. Same thing happens with Billy because he’s Filipino and there is a large number of Filipino nurses everywhere and he’s stereotyping. Then he makes another patient’s parents agitated. This is when he meets Bradley — he takes over to talk to the parents and calm them down before it can escalate, basically shushing Jake out of the room. Jake doesn’t clock he’s a nurse at first — he’s a big, very fit, very well-built, very handsome dude with a questionable mustache who looks comical in a pastel pink scrub top with a teddy bear pattern and a matching headband on his forehead, but also the sheer shock of how different to all the nurses he looks gives Jake a pause — so he doesn’t say anything even if it pisses him off a nurse just forced him out of the room.

It starts innocently with Bradley though — Bradley comes up and asks, “Jake, can you put the narcotics order into the system for Lily?” and Jake scoffs and corrects, “Doctor,” tapping his full tag with Dr. Jacob Seresin.

Bradley, as the nurse’s tag says, raises an eyebrow and says, “Doctor Jake, can you put the narcotics order for Lily?” Natasha, standing behind him, snorts. Jake doesn’t even have the time to tell him off because he’s already gone when his brain processes.

Natasha drops off a patient on him — a taxi driver who had a stroke while driving and had been in a car accident, that had been thrombolysed but might need emergency surgery because of a suspected GI bleed. He’s stable, so they're going to check if he can be admitted to neurosurg and wait for his turn there or if Jake will need to take over before that.

Bradley hands him a tablet the minute he walks into the room.

“What’s that?”

“Results,” he supplies before going back to setting up an oxygen cylinder at the bottom of the bed.

“I didn’t order that,” he notes. The blood and urine panels are what he would order with suspected operable GI bleed but he’s barely looked at the patient’s case before he walked in there.

“I did,” Bradley tells him as he switches the oxygen from the wall socket to the tank supply. “Faster this way.”

“No,” Jake says, blood boiling. “You do exactly what I tell you to do and only that.”

Natasha raises her eyebrows, high on her forehead. Bradley doesn’t hesitate — waves on Bob from behind the glass wall and they both grab each side of the bed.

“I supposed you want to put the CT order yourself then,” Bradley says as Bob takes the small back monitor and attaches it to the frame. He steps on the bed brake and rolls out the bed, straight into Jake and Nat, fast enough that he moves out of the way on instinct. “Better do it fast because it’s free now and I’m going.” *

“Did you see that? Who the heck does he think he is?” Jake asks Nat.

“Better put that CT scan order,” is all Natasha replies as she walks away.

It’s Reuben’s patient, an eleven years old boy with blunt trauma, and Jake makes a verbal order to Bradshaw, who is the boy’s nurse. “I understand but I think that—” and Jake goes, “If I want your opinion, I’ll ask for it.”

The whole room gets quiet and everyone looks to him — Reuben, Mickey, and the technician are wide-eyed.

Bradley just says, “Alright,” in a perfectly leveled voice and leaves the room.

Mickey is not making eye contact as he quips under his nose, on his way out of the room, “You do realize he basically runs this ER, right? You’re making your life a lot harder.”

Jake orders IV fluids for one of his patients which is also in Rooster’s section that day and he bleeps the order info to Rooster. Fifteen minutes later he sees that it hasn’t been filled and is like, hah, I knew there is a reason I hate that guy. Finds him when he passes Jake in the corridor and is like, “I want you to start the IV for room 7. Now,” and Rooster just tells him, “No, do it yourself or find someone else.”

They have a little back and forth as Jake follows him down the corridor which ends with another, “No.”

There’s still no charge nurse in the ER (she’s on medical leave that will most likely end with her leaving employment, from what Jake gathers) so he makes a datix and the ER nurse manager (Warlock) following up is apprehensive because obviously, he knows Bradley, and hears about what actually happened — Bradley was getting an igel for a toddler from the peds side and deemed it more important than starting a bag of saline to bust someone's blood pressure.

Jake feels like an idiot.

Jake and Reuben are charting next to each other and Reuben gets bleeped his patient’s lab results. Jake, who is also waiting for lab results, complains about how he sent a pod to the lab before Reuben. Reuben just gives him a look and says, “Yeah, that’s because I asked Bradley to put my request in.”

And Jake is like, “What does he have to do with anything?”

Reuben looks at him like he’s dumb and says, “He has more sway with the lab,” and walks away with his tablet.

Javy is doing a consult for Nat and stops to chat to Jake (they know each other from residency days) and Bradley comes by and says, “Maggie’s becoming hypotensive again,” and Javy observes as Jake looks at the nurse that came, gives him a very long, very detailed look and licks his lips.

He manages to think Oh before Jake asks, “Maggie?”

The nurse looks seconds from rolling his eyes. “Mrs. Lawrence? Room 5?”

“That's Margaret.”

“She prefers Maggie.”

And it goes on, with Jake standing there rigid, puffing up his chest and cocking his hip out. “Did you start the fluids?”

“Finshed already.”

“Start another bag.”

The nurse looks unimpressed and instead of confirming says, slowly, like he’s talking to a child, “Her fluid balance is positive. She’s usually on pressors.” Jake’s face gets red and he goes, “Then put an order for her.”

It’s kind of funny to observe and to be fair, the nurse does give Jake a minute to go over what he said, leaning his elbow on the counter, eyebrows raised, before he points out, in that damn slow, unimpressed tone, “I can't put orders for things like pressors."

He hands Jake the closest tablet and starts walking away.

Jake calls after him. "What, you're not even going to draft it for me?"

He doesn't even turn around and Javy is silently shaking from the laughter he's holding in, "I thought I wasn't allowed to do that, doctor."

Mav comes down to the ER to talk to Rooster on a slower day — about how they’re about to sponsor a new CRNA for the cardiothoracic surg unit and maybe he could put a good word for their development team for Bradley and yada yada.

It happens like that: Mav comes down, Bradley is charting next to the monitors station, Jake is going over a scan on the opposite side when The Dr. Mitchell himself comes down and stops next to Bradley. He gives Bradley and his pink Paw Patrol scrubs a look and clears his throat a couple of times before Bradley raises his gaze toward him, turning away a second later and ignoring him again.

Jake is freaking out — this is The Dr. Mitchell and one of the reasons Jake wanted to work in this exact hospital, along with the rumored to-be-announced cardiothoracic surg fellowship under Dr. Mitchell he had his eyes on. He’s been thinking about how to make contact with Dr. Mitchell since he started in the ER and here he is, telling unresponsive Bradshaw, “I heard you’re looking to go back for your Master’s in the near future.” Bradshaw doesn’t say anything and Dr. Mitchell adds, “We have a CRNA development spot for—” and Bradley tells him, not turning away from the screen, “I’m not an OR nurse,” and then taps his card on the computer’s reader to log out and walks away.

Dr. Mitchell is a fucking legend, a VIP of this hospital, so Jake just stands there, contemplating how the heck Bradshaw could do that and hears him mumbling under his breath, “Really slick, Mav,” and jumps on the opportunity to say, “I’ll be talking to his supervisor about this, his attitude is unacceptable, Dr. Mitchell.”

And Dr. Mitchell turns to him, raises an eyebrow and asks, “Excuse me?”

“The nurse you were talking to. He might be senior in here but his attitude’s been horrible and I’ll personally step in. This won’t happen again.”

Dr. Mitchell gives him a look before slowly saying, “I suggest you mind your own business, Dr. Seresin,” and walks away.

Nat is silently laughing a few feet away and Jake asks her what’s so funny. His heart dead-ass stops when she says, “You do know Dr. Mitchell is Bradley’s dad, right? They might not be on the best of terms but that’s still his son.” And Jake has the urge to bang his head on the keyboard in front of him.

TW for transphobia.

There’s a new nurse practitioner to be (graduated, about to get her cert) that's rumored to be a candidate for the charge nurse position. Izzy. She’s quite young for that, younger than Bradley for sure, must have barely worked in the clinical area before going for her Master’s. Jake doesn’t know if it’s on purpose but the nurse manager and Bradley keep on putting her in his section.

She’s—well, she’s a bit too in his face. She agrees with everything Jake says and doesn’t roll his eyes at him, which is boring, and she’s, for an NP, not that knowledgeable. She doesn’t argue with him, which is a change, and Jake starts to hate it after about five hours. Her voice is saccharine sweet, she keeps on standing a bit too close to him at all times, and she’s decent with patients, but she keeps on asking him about the smallest of things.

Jake’s section is less busy, usually, since he deals primarily with trauma in the ER, but she never bounces off to help others when she is free, like Bradley did. She’s clinging to his section, a little bit, and he doesn’t get why. It’s not like he is any nicer to her than to Bradley or any other nurse.

She is busy taking bloods and Bradley finds him when he has a second alone, finally, and enlightens him about why.

“If you don’t believe me, you can just ask any other nurse. Everyone noticed.”

“If you really think that then why do you keep putting her in my sections?”

“I don’t. She’s senior as an NP, she’s taken over allocation from me now.”

Jake’s mind only focuses on one detail. “You were allocating yourself to my sections?”

“Only because no one wants to work with you and because I’m actually certified in trauma.” That makes sense. It’s not like Bradley would work with him voluntarily. “Look, all I’m saying, you watch out — you fool around with her and then reject her and she’s going to HR. I know the type.”

“The type?”

“You know, the girl that thought she’ll become a nurse, snag a rich doctor and never work again? Well, it’s not always women, there are guys who do that too, but in this case, she’s very much the type.”

“And you think she’s trying to—snag me?”

“She’s certainly not going after the residents that are getting paid twelve bucks an hour or Reuben who is married,” he points out. Which, again, fair, even if he didn’t know Reuben is married prior to this strange conversation.

Jake stares at him, processing, until he blurts out, “I’m gay.”

“Then you’ve got nothing to worry about,” Bradley says after a second, eyes barely noticeably a bit wider, before he walks away.

“Was he bothering you, doctor?”

She calls him doctor, always, and it honestly makes him grit his teeth. Now even more. He’s got a bad feeling about it.

It gets confirmed later when Jake is taking care of a six-year-old girl who had fallen down the stairs. She’s dehydrated and Izzy’s just tried to put a cannula on her three times before Jake told her to grab the bedside ultrasound and not make the girl cry even more.

Bradley passes by the room and Jake’s learned that he can’t leave a distressed child alone, so he comes in and gets the parents and the girl relaxed. He’s about to go in and tell him to leave it alone until Izzy brings the ultrasound when Nat grabs him by the arm and tells him, “He was in a Rapid Response Team, I’m pretty sure he can put a cannula in blind. Just let him do it.”

And he does let him. Watches, expecting the girl to burst into tears at any moment but she never does. Bradley’s literally been in the room for less than ten minutes and it’s all back to calmness.

Izzy comes back with the ultrasound. It should not have taken her so long to grab it. “What is he doing there? That's my patient.”

"He said he can put the IV line without the ultrasound.” Well, Nat said so. Jake can’t believe he’s saying but, “He’s a peds nurse, he’ll be fine.”

“I’m sure the girl's parents wouldn’t want him anywhere near her.”

This sets alarm bells in Jake’s head. “What do you mean?”

"People like him shouldn't be around kids," she says, to his horror. She leans in, way closer than needed, and conspiringly whispers, "Dr. Seresin, haven't you known that he is, you know, a she in disguise?"

He’s dumbstruck. "I'm sorry?"

"He's actually a woman, just pretending to be a man because he's mentally—You're the doctor, I'm sure you know better than I how the brains of people like them work. He shouldn't be around that girl, is what I'm saying. I certainly wouldn't like him around my child, if I had one."

Jake didn’t know this about Bradley but he understands what she means, even with how awful she is about it. This, however, should not be a piece of information thrown around in public if Bradley didn't wish to disclose it, and certainly not in such a manner. "And how do you know that, exactly?"

"Nurses share a locker room, it's not hard to notice how she, you know, mutilated herself."

Jake doesn’t say anything out loud but mentally he is preparing datix report in his head. He catches the ER’s nurse manager before he goes home, too, because that’s some shit he doesn’t stand for. He might be an asshole but he’s not a bigot.

Next time he comes to work, Bradley is back in his section and Izzy is no longer employed.

“Thanks,” Bradley says, when they’re at the station, next to each other, in a relatively slow moment. “If I went on my own, we’d have a weeks-long investigation that would probably end with her or me moving to a different unit.”

“She said this shit to your face?”

“Kept calling me she in front of patients,” Bradley admits after a moment. “I think most of them thought they misheard but—I knew.”

“Well, good riddance then.”

Bradley snorts, but he’s looking down at the tablet in his hands, smiling, and wow, the apples of his cheeks are so round and his eyes so bright and Jake can't breathe for a second.

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(there might be a second part coming because I meant seven-season-long medical drama literally-- including Jake realizing he's an idiot, Mavdad drama, Jake having his hands inside Bradley (in the literal, surgical sense) and jealousy that could rival the McDreamy/Dr. Grey drama)

#this is unrealistic b/c its a med soap drama-like #not the actual chaos of er-like #as in med nonsense to be precise #also I don't know how american ers work #ive talked to a trauma surgeon twice in my life so sorry #i’ve mostly written it while trying to stay awake in the break room at 2am or to not fall asleep on the bus home #still having cluster headaches btw we're just too short-staffed to not go to work even if I have to sit out for an hour in the break room #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #hangster #icemav mention #tgm #tgm au #trans bradley rooster bradshaw #<< im going to fill that tag even if it takes me years #op #charlie writes #hangster hospital au

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the-most-faithful · 4 months

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IF HARRY HAD BEEN A FEMALE WHAT WOULD SNAPE HAVE DONE TO HER?

This accusation is gaining more and more traction and is truly worrying. I was hoping it was a niche thing, a kind of dark humor brought forward. But there are people who seriously think that if Harry had been a girl similar to Lily Snape would have had "unwanted attention for her".

I won't say it any other way, because just the thought of it gives me shivers of disgust. As is often the case this is an obviously false accusation made by Snaters but it really is crossing the line.

As always a necessary premise, it is clear that we are talking about an invented story, fictional characters, but the themes are real and the reactions too. Attacking a character with false accusations, inventing the worst theories in order to demonize him is not only disrespectful but also immature. You may not like the character, you can't discuss your tastes, but inventing false accusations makes no sense.

I don't like James and Sirius for various reasons, but I would never dream of accusing them of horrible things that never happened in canon (the actions in the books are enough) So let's get one thing straight: Snape doesn't treat Harry badly just because of his appearance. I wrote an entire chapter on this, I'll leave it here (https://www.wattpad.com/1331630987-colpe-e-meriti-piton-trattava-male-harry) Snape is certainly prejudiced towards the boy, he thinks he is a photocopy of his father, but it doesn't all boil down to that. If Harry had been a female, perhaps similar to Lily, this would have affected Snape more, he would have been more melancholic, he would probably have found it difficult to have her in class.

But he would never, ever try to attack her. Snape is not a ped***ile. This is a terrible accusation. Not that I'm surprised, so far I've heard and read the worst things: "Snape was a stalker" "Snape was obsessed" "Snape was a multiple murderer" "Snape was a ra*er." But all these accusations are FALSE.

There is not a single doubt, proof, or idea of this in canon. If you want to write or read dark fanfiction in which the characters are horrible multiple murderers with disgusting inclinations towards some characters, do it (putting warning tags) but don't confuse the canon with fanfiction.

Snape has never shown particular attention towards any student, he is not a creepy character who wanders around the corridors following little girls. The really irritating thing about this point is that it's obviously not provable so even a "defense" is useless.

The people who make this false accusation have no basis, they simply throw it there like a firecracker and then go away leaving the smell of burning behind them. It has no meaning, it leads to nothing except feeding the sick and distorted imagination of those who, not appreciating a character, must destroy him completely. The Marauder Stans (the toxic ones) over the years are turning into the worst kind of bullies, just like their favorites, they invent false accusations, spread hatred in the fandom and try to destroy a character just because of their dislike.

#pro snape #snape stan army #anti james potter #anti sirius black #anti marauders stans #marauders era #snape stan #stan snape #snape defender #snape defense #severus snape #james potter never changed #james potter was a bully #what if Harry was a girl

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smilingbuckley · 26 days

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Fuck it friday

I've been tagged by several people (@theotherbuckley @steadfastsaturnsrings @watchyourbuck @tizniz @disasterbuckdiaz @buddieswhvre @diazsdimples) things, and I finally have something to share! My new Dr. Diaz fic (which was first gonna be another nurse Buck, then turned into nurse Eddie, only for me to change my mind and turn Eddie into an ER doctor.)

Eddie nods, “It looks like you’re going to be just fine. Can I get you something? We’ve got jello or pudding. I could steal a lollipop from the peds ward, but you can’t tell Dr. Ross, she’ll have words with me.”

Stacey giggles, which was his goal. “Do they have cherry lollipops?”

“They definitely do,” Eddie tells her. He grabs a blank chart, pretending to write something down, “One cherry lollipop, coming right up.”

“Ooh! Can you see if they’ve got chocolate pudding?” Buck asks, wide eyed and smiling.

Eddie wants to say no, because it’s not his job to serve random firefighters hospital food when he’s perfectly capable of walking to the cafeteria himself. But something in him stops him. Mostly because the firefighter doesn’t look like a douche, like some of his previous encounters with firefighters. He looks genuinely innocent. An innocent look that he’s seen before. People in these kinds of jobs only have that look when they haven’t been doing the job very long. The traumatic calls will take it away and replace it with exhaustion and the reality that life is cruel.

He ends up nodding, “Sure, firefighter Buckley.” Buck’s grin widens at that and Eddie has to swallow before continuing talking, “Can you keep an eye on Stacey for me?”

“Sure, of course! Stacey and I are good friends, right Stace?”

“Right,” she giggles, her worries already forgotten.

Eddie has to force himself to look away, otherwise he’d stare.

I'm hoping this will be bigger than my nurse Buck AU, with more of a slowburn. But idk, I'm not always great at writing slowburns because I get impatient and want them to be together

Timelines is different than canon, though some major things will still happen. Buck is season 2 Buck, I guess. Still kinda lanky but no longer Buck 1.0. Eddie went to a military medical school (internet said its a thing) and served as a medic but got his doctorate once he got back and worked in El Paso until he decided to move. I might have seen 20 seasons of Grey's Anatomy but I'm still not great with medical school knowledge so lets pretend its all possible.

Taglist, minus the ones mentioned earlier: @mattsire @chaosandwolves @loveyouanyway @mel-vaz

Please tell me if you want to be tagged in future snippets (and if its for this fic or all of my 911/buddie fics)

I'm going to try to tag all posts related to this wip as 'dr diaz wip'.

#911 #evan buckley #buddie #eddie diaz #911 fanfic #buddie fanfiction #fanfiction #ao3 #writing #snippet #dr diaz wip

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drghostwrite · 1 month

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A Superstar with a Scalpel

Pairing: Callie Torres (ofc) x fem!reader

Summary: Callie and reader are in a serious relationship the ortho superstar and a surgeon goddess, things are great until a case brings someone back from Callie’s past. Are you going to withstand her past relationships?

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“Ugh” you groaned pulling your scrub mask down and untying the long gown letting it hang off of your features.

“Great job Dr. Sharpe.” One of the techs said exiting the room one after the other with congratulations after a very long and hard surgery. You smiled and thanked them, internally you were screaming though, your muscles were so tense they burned in pain, 21 hours ago you started one of the most complicated surgeries of your career. Andre one of the nurses that had come to check on the patient was exiting when you stopped him, “Can you page Dr. Torres for me?”

“Sure thing, I’ll go do it now.”

“Thank you.” You spoke softly. Within 10 minutes your wife was knocking on the door.

“Y/N?” She asked softly before stepping into the scrub room. She gently opened the door stepping towards you placing a gently hand to your lower back letting you know she was there.

“Callie…” you said, you reached back guiding her hand, “it hurts, please, it hurts.”

“okay, okay I’m right here.” She said gently, placing both hands on your lower back, her fingers were magic as they skillfully moved across locked muscles, firm yet soft. You leaned forward, taking in shaky breaths as tears rolled down your cheeks.

“Are you okay?” She asked.

“Mmhmm…” you replied trying not to completely sob at how sore you were.

“okay, let me take you home.” She said moving up you back to your shoulders, feeling the tension start to ease.

“no, I’m okay…”

“Baby, you’re hurting, you need to rest, on a good mattress and let your muscles relax. 21 hours is a record setting time and you didn’t leave to sit down but once, you need to rest.”

“But…”

“No you have a huge surgery coming up tomorrow and you need to rest today was intense.” She insisted and you nodded in response knowing that no matter how hard you tried you didn’t have the energy to out stubborn her. “So, go change and I’m taking you home…”

“what about your cases?”

“I’m on backup call, they only page me in an emergency.”

“you did that on purpose.” You said relief washing over you.

“maybe…” she said slyly breath against you next as she placed kisses, “Let’s just worry about you getting some rest.”

“if that’s what they call it…” you trailed.

——— time jump———

The next morning you found you self at the height of your cases, saving lives left and right, you were in the zone. You were Trauma/General/Cardio… you were triple board certified and amazingly good at what you did.

Your had just finished a 16 hour surgery when you were met with smiling faces in the hallway, after talking to the parents and some congratulations you were a little overwhelmed and so you went outside, you watched as ambulances stocked up and rolled out, it was trauma but it was peace to you, your place your arena.

you took a deep breath breathing in the fresh air, but it didn’t last long before a dark suv quickly rushed into the bay, a dad jumped out carrying his daughter who was unconscious. You got her on a gurney and rushed her into the ER, assessing her while getting info from dad.

“Someone page PEDS NOW, I have a 16 year old female multiple abrasions and unknown cause of loss of consciousness.”

10 hours later and you were leaving an operating room with Dr. Robbins who had assisted. You were filling paperwork out at the nurses station when you felt a hand on your shoulder.

“Hey great job in there today.” You turned to be greeted with the brightest smile.

“Oh uh thanks.”

“Are you always a goddess with a scalpel?” Was she flirtng with you, does she know you’re married?

“I uh…”

“Omg Y/N there you are…” Here was Callie, your dirty hot wife, knight in shining armor, before you could say anything she pulled you in for a kiss.

“Mm hey baby.” You whispered putting a hand to her chest and letting your head fall onto her shoulder.

“Wait, Callie… you’re married to…” Arizona put the pieces together.

“Uh yea going on two years here soon.” She said slyly a smirk covering her features.

“I had no idea…”

“well we kept it under wraps for awhile, we don’t shout it out, and yet most people who find her attractive still know to stay away from my wife.” She said passive aggressively.

“I’m sorry, I’m leaving..” she said turning heel to head the other direction.

“So ex-wife… I see the appeal.” You smirked, letting exhaustion finally take over.

“Yea well she cheated and then blames me for the plane crash and her leg so… not much I can say.”

“you don’t need to, that’s why you have me.” You leaned into her letting your eyes drift closed as you stood in the hall, letting your other sense take over.

“Forever, you are my love.” She said before escorting you home after a long day of surgeries.

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norrisleclercf1 · 8 months

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*screeching* someone requested Doctor Charles and holy fucking Christ I’m squealing so loudly now! If you think I’m not gonna write this you’re crazy because Dr. Charles is totally an ER or Cardio doc and you the Peds or Neuro who hates his good looks and arrogance

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how about chris looking after reader who's got a cold xx just a super fluffy comfort fic! love you xxxx

It started with a sniffle

Paring: Chris Evans × Daughter! Reader

Summary: reader has a cold that turns into a chest infection so she definitely isn't feeling well so Chris is always there to give all the super fluffy comfort she needs.

Warnings: illness, medication, antibiotics, feeling nauseous, dehydration, health anxiety, crying and just feeling like rubbish.

(This is basically a self indulgent type fic because l'm still getting over my chest infection that is definitely clearing so I hope you enjoy!)

It all started with a fever, a stuffy nose and your body feeling like it’d been hit by a truck or dodger coming at you full speed. Whichever you wanted to say was worse.

Your dad was concerned of course because you weren’t someone to get ill, not like this of course - you had been picking at your food at best and it kinda all just went down hill from there.

When you slept you’d wake up in a fever of sweat, shivering the next minute and going back to sleep soon after. Coughing turned into hacking and having multiple coughing fits a day, even after taking a very hard deep breath since they were a struggle at best so your health anxiety wasn’t the thing that wanted to come out right now. Because anything at the moment of doctors can trigger it.

So when you coughed up a little more than some phlegm that was normal for how bad you were coughing… let’s just say that health anxiety was very much triggered at that point your dad just wanted to take you to the doctor or the hospital but you flat out refused.

Locked yourself in your room refused. Because your anxieties can rub off on eachother so sometimes your eachothers worse enemy.

After a lot and I mean a lot of convincing and talking Chris finally managed to get you to agree to go to the hospital because you hadn’t been really eating or drinking so he just wanted to get you checked out for piece of mind.

“Bubba I’m sure they’ll just have a check up and send us home with some stronger cold medicine okay” dad whispers in my ear whilst I’m buried in his chest clinging on to him, whilst sat in the doctors room at the er.

All I can do is wince back at him because talking whilst coughing before or after and where we are isn’t the best for me, so I had an AirPod in with noise cancelling to try and help the anxiety.

A little time later the doctor came back in and zoning out was all I did, even slightly when the doctor was trying to talk to me but dad knew what and how I was feeling, we ended up having to stay in for rehydration and some stronger antibiotics and meds because they had found out I had a chest infection on top of flu.

Scott did his uncle duty of dropping by with all of my comforts to help whilst I was in the worst place I could think imaginable, the peds team I had were the best, my nurse Emily was so sweet - she made sure I was as calm as I could be and even made sure dad was okay and she even played mario kart with me.

So the three days I spend in hospital all in all weren’t that bad because of the nurses and doctors who were looking after me and dad was there every step of the way even if I was worried about getting my flu that I was anxious about passing on.

Coming home was the best feeling ever, even with all the home comforts that were with me there is nothing like my room, my own bed and just mine and dads space with dodger of course!

I was on strict rest and fluids with what I like to call a toddler diet because Emily told me just to eat what was considered safe food for me since I’m still trying to get my appetite back so I’m eating chicken nuggets and strips with ketchup. And blueberries with kinderlyte for rehydration.

So it was snuggles and movies with dad until I was feeling back to my normal self, but I could go see people in about 3 days when most of the ickiness should be cleared and we’re going to see grandma so I’m happy.

And to think it only started with the sniffles

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eviesaurusrex · 2 years

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“ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ʀᴇꜱᴛ.” | ꜱ. ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ

Doctor Stephen Strange x Surgeon!Reader

summary: What about seducing your workaholic boyfriend Stephen to a snack, a cuddle and massage session and neck kisses, cause he NEEDS a break and some love?

word count: 3.3k

warnings: workaholic behavior, stress, exhaustion, fluff, curse words, mentions of smut at the very end

author’s note: This is another request I’m really looking forward to write! Have fun :3

Sighing deeply, YN pushed open the door to leave the scrub-in room of OR 3 while pulling the cotton cap off her head. A long yawn escaped her opened mouth which she hid behind the unlocked tablet, and strolled over to the nurse's desk right opposite the OR schedule and heavily leaned against the wood. The tablet found its spot in front of her so she could quickly finish up the surgical report to be added to her patient's file, so she could finally have her breakfast break at a decent time for the first time in months. She loved her job, really, she did, but sometimes she hated it with her entire being. Not the part where she could help people with her vast knowledge and skills, but the part where her pager constantly woke her up in the middle of the goddamn night, even though she wasn't even on-call. But being the head of a department brought its consequences which rarely were gradually positive.

"Doctor LN!"

Groaning, the called surgeon propped her elbows on top of the nurse's desk and started to massage her temples with the tips of both pointer and middle finger.

"Stop shouting as if a helicopter is right next to you in the middle of departure," she scolded one of the interns - ducklings, as most of the attendings called them - but took the brought coffee nonetheless. "Sorry, Doctor LN." He seemed crushed, and YN sighed a second time within the last few minutes. "Whatever. What's on it today?" Even though she stepped into this hospital five hours ago, she hadn't started with her usual duties in the slightest. The next long day ahead of her was something she loved but envied at the same time, and this feeling of utter conflict in her mind wasn't very pleasant. "The ER paged you for a council, Doctor Macy-..." YN took a sip of her coffee before snapping her fingers and pointing one in his direction as a thought occurred. "PEDs, right?" The intern nodded. "Yup! She wants a second opinion on her CF patient and specifically requested you." It didn't surprise her because, during her med studies, YN had published a paper about cystic fibrosis - as one of the youngest in her field of studies. Her future research had recently gotten the approval of the FDA, and as soon as the funds were here, she could finally start to find a (long-lasting) cure.

While her intern for today rambled over more points on their agenda - she already had forgotten his name, but that was the case with every newer face in her life - her gaze shifted back to the OR schedule, which had just got updated for the next upcoming surgeries. And something on it didn't quite fit with her.

"Are you fucking kidding me."

It wasn't a particular question, just a shoutout, an expression of her thoughts and feelings at this exact moment.

Her eyes moved over the whiteboard again, looking for the one name in question, and the displeased expression on YN's face deepened even more, if that was still possible. She put the barely half-drunken coffee cup next to her tablet, the report still not written. "Go ahead and tell them I will be in the pit in a couple of minutes for that council," was all she said before the cardiothoracic surgeon grabbed the bunched-up cap from the desk and crossed the hallway with a purpose and mission in mind.

"Is everything alright, or do we have to prepare ourselves for the biggest earthquake this century has seen so far?" Doctor James Chamberlain asked the confused intern while Doctor Nicodemus West cackled behind his tablet. "Someone is in trouble," he almost sang, and James laughed snortingly, sitting with half of his bottom on the nurse desk's edge. "He can count himself a lucky man if he leaves this OR standing straight." Now, both doctors cackled in utter amusement, but the intern was more confused than ever before because he definitely never expected that his favorite attending dated someone as cruel as Strange.

;

The soft tunes of Feelin' Happy by Lee Oskar echoed through OR 1, in which Stephen had just wrapped up an eight-hour surgery with the energy of a man who could've slept the entire night but was actually awake for longer than he thought.

"Edges are looking perfect - what a surprise - and the tumor is officially gone. The counter is rising up to... what? Thirteen successful tumor removals after four different councils by four different doctors?" Jack - the nurse present at most of his surgeries - scoffed softly. "It's tumor fourteen now, sir." Stephen let his head fall back and raised both hands, still holding his instruments. "Feelin' good!" He exclaimed before another voice entered the conversation: "I don't believe so, Doctor Strange."

The neurosurgeon moved his gaze from the ceiling to the arriving woman who had just put on the face mask, but her eyes told him everything he needed to know. He knew he had done something to offend or displease her - and his entire surgical team knew it as well. Jack turned down the music's volume and cleared his throat awkwardly, disrupting the dense silence suddenly covering the OR. The only sounds were the beeping heart monitor and the oxygenator.

"Doctor LN."

Everyone greeted her with the utmost respect - some even with a hint of fear - even though she was younger than most of the attendings and heads of departments throughout the hospital. But she had earned every title, nomination, and prize she had gained or won so far because everyone knew what a hardworking and intelligent woman she was.

"How can I help you at this fine early morning, Doctor LN?" Stephen's almost mocking question was first answered by a scoff. "It's almost noon if you haven't noticed, but of course, you didn't because you've been in here since last night when I left." The displeasure was now very vivid to hear for every single soul inside the room. Stephen looked up from the pulsing brain in front of him and the lamp attached to his head blinded her for a second there. "Well, an emergency came in," he defended himself though the shock pulsed through his entire body. He hadn’t noticed how the time had moved past him and his intention to leave not later than two hours after her, so he could get at least one round of cuddles before she would be dead to the world in his arms.

You fucked up good, idiot.

Yeah, he noticed that now.

YN wasn't impressed in the slightest. "An emergency aneurysm clipping doesn't take five hours. I'm not stupid, Stephen, so don't treat me as if I am. This tumor removal you just did there got scheduled last night - on a whim, might I add." She probably sounded crazy, but she worried for him more than it was probably good for her sanity because the Strange was a lost cause in this aspect of life. The doctor shrugged under the light blue operation gown.

"I saved his life."

"You risked it too in that egoistic move after you decided it would be wise to try your hands on it after a twelve hours shift without any sleep or a proper lunch or dinner. You are way out of line, Stephen, and I am obviously the only one who dares to mention it and kick your ass out of this freaking OR." She spiraled into this feeling, she knew it, but YN couldn't help it. Not when it came to Stephen's health and wellbeing. It was her duty as a girlfriend to care about these things, especially if he didn't do it himself—one of them had to. "So, move your ass out now, or I will drag it out myself. Your choice." She cocked both eyebrows in mock anticipation, preparing herself for the latter because she knew him, but Stephen slowly put down the delicate surgical instruments back on the surgical tray and stepped back from the patient. "You can close up, Hawthorne, but don't let your stitches get sloppy," he told his favorite resident of the week and stepped out of the OR, passing his glaring girlfriend with a mockingly cocked eyebrow as if to say, "See? I am a responsible adult."

Back in the scrub-in room, YN waited until Stephen had discarded the gloves and OR gown and finally turned to her while he ripped off his face mask. His face wasn't furies as she had anticipated. Instead, his signature cocky smirk graced his lips before he pulled her into him, pressing their bodies against one another. Her confusion was soon changed with a playfully annoyed roll of her eyes. "You can boss me around in those dark blue scrubs as long and often you want, Doctor LN," he smirked and laughed softly as her flat palm hit the back of his head. "You're an idiot, you know that, don’t you?" Stephen cocked a brow, never going to admit that he, indeed, was sometimes an idiot when it came to the woman in his arms. "And it's not as if you're not seeing me in those like every day of the week for the past six years," she reminded him, and now he shrugged. "I can't change the effect you have on me, but not only in them, of course." Rolling her eyes again, YN tucked at the shirt of his scrubs and looked up to him with a pleading glim in her eyes.

"You work too much," she whispered.

"I do god's work, darling," he whispered back and pecked the tip of her nose with the softest of kisses.

YN hit the back of his head again. "You can't do god's work when you're not rested and on the top of your game. I only ask for a healthy snack, some carbs, something to drink, and a nap. Nothing more, nothing less. I can reschedule your next three surgeries and put them up for the next few days, but today will be a day full of rest and stupid rounds, okay? Please?" Now she loaded her gun and looked up at him with those big pleading eyes he could never resist. "Pretty please? I will be there too. I can provide cuddles if you like." She played dirty now, they both knew it, but Stephen couldn't resist the tempting offer.

He already had been hooked after the promise of her company in one of the on-call rooms.

He bent down to give her a gentle kiss, cupping her face with both hands. "What do I have to do for your famous neck massage?" His request was whispered in a husky tone, and YN started to smile before kissing him again. "You don't have to do anything to get what you want, but I'm not opposed to more kisses," she grinned, and the surgeon pulled her into his side to leave the surgical floor to find one of the less frequented on-call rooms in their hospital.

—

Outside, still leaning opposite the surgical schedule, waited West and Chamberlain, and the other neurosurgeon groaned at the sight of the still happy couple leaving the floor together. Chamberlain chuckled and closed his fingers around the given ten-dollar note. "Thank you for your service," he grinned victoriously, and Nic rolled his eyes. He should have known that these two were each other's endgame and nothing could ruin their peace, not even themself.

;

Taking one of the tablets with them so YN could finally get that surgical report done as soon as Stephen would be dead to the world, they entered their preferred on-call room. It sat between the PEDs wing and the supply closets, so rarely anybody ventured in here, and the room was all theirs.

The couple took the single bed under the windows, and while she closed the blinds to keep the sun out, the neurosurgeon plopped down onto the new mattress the hospital had bought recently—and groaned. YN chuckled at that sound and situated herself behind his back after kicking off her sneakers, kneeling on the soft mattress, and pressing her legs against his hips.

She may be a bit clingy sometimes, but gladly, Stephen never objected to it. Instead, he reveled in it.

Propping her chin atop his right shoulder in order to see what the man in front of her was doing, YN hummed, interested. “And there I was thinking you’d let work be work for at least an hour. Silly me,” she whispered, breath fanning over the sensitive skin under his ear, and the doctor groaned again, raspier now. “You are an evil one,” he returned, and with a chuckle, she kissed the spot right under his ear. “I know.” But then, she grabbed her pager and paged one of her interns to get some food and some liquid at the cafeteria, so Stephen could finally rest.

“Food is on its way,” YN informed him and intended to start the promised neck massage, but another look over his shoulder showed her something she really didn’t like. The newest brain scans literally screamed for her attention.

“Stephen, no.”

Her hands shot out over his shoulder and tried to grab the tablet out of his, but the doctor held it further away and turned it so that she could see the beautiful scans of an even more beautiful nail in it. “Look at it!” His demand fell on deaf ears. “Give it to me, now.” YN almost got it. “Stephen, no! I mean it!” With one last effort, she leaned over his shoulder and grabbed the device, but the workaholic chuckled. “Stephen, yes,” he returned and acquired it again out of her tight grasp.

Only hell knew how he had done it.

With an exasperated sigh, YN took matters into her own hands and put her fingers back on his neck and upper back muscles, and started to massage. She applied the perfect amount of pressure—it wasn’t their first time she had to practically drag him away from work—and let her thumbs work through the taut splenius capitis muscle, directly followed by the levator scapulae muscle and the trapezius muscle.

With the beginning of the first overworked muscle, Stephen let his eyes fall shut, the tablet long forgotten in his hand, and a deep, rumbling moan escaped his parted lips. A satisfied sigh followed right after as the doctor felt the soft lips of his girlfriend on his skin, peppering loving kisses all over his neck where her hands didn’t work their magic.

“You must be a sorceress,” he groaned at a particular taut spot which soon was smooth as butter, and the tension slowly dispersed out of his tense body. He knew now that he worked too much and started to make plans to work less and spend more time with this godsend of a woman, but they both knew that those thoughts would be short-lived. He loved what he did too much for it—and that was okay because she was there to remind him from time to time to take it easy. “Don’t flatter me too much, love,” she whispered shortly before pressing another set of kisses onto his neck, her thumbs still working effortlessly through the muscles.

His next moan followed a hesitant knock at the door. “Uhm… Doctor LN…?” The voice of her intern asked, and YN had to chuckle but continued her work. “You can come in!” She had to raise her voice because Stephen moaned particularly loud this time but seemingly didn’t notice the arrival of his food. The door opened as hesitantly as his voice had sounded, and a head looked around the door to check if the situation was at least PG13. “Sorry, Doctor Strange, for interrupting,” he mumbled, but the neurosurgeon didn’t even acknowledge his presence. “Here is the pastrami sandwich, the chips, a package of carrots, and the water. The ER has paged me again for the consult, but I told them that you’re preoccupied, so they admitted the CF patient, and you can see her on the PEDs floor as soon as you’re… done.” His eyes shot to the sighing neurosurgeon before clearing his throat awkwardly and putting the food next to the two doctors on the mattress. “I… will handle anything else, Doctor LN, until you’re done here.” And with that, her intern turned on the spot and almost ran to leave this room behind.

Chuckling, YN kissed the spot underneath his ear another time, and Stephen sighed somewhere deep in his chest. “How do I deserve you?” His voice came out as a breathless groan, and the woman would have to lie if she said it didn’t do anything to her—quite the opposite was the case. But now, the man in front of her needed her more than she had to cave to her needs and desires. “That’s my question to ask, love,” the surgeon laughed softly before reaching down to get the sandwich. She reached over his shoulder and let it fall on his lap. “Eat,” was all YN said, and Stephen groaned another time. “Did I ever tell you how irresistible you are when you boss people around and shout orders? It’s bloody enticing. Could watch you all day…” He bit in his sandwich as told and YN continued in massaging his neck and working her hands down to his shoulders and upper arms.

“You always know a way to a woman’s heart.” Stephen hummed while chewing. “Well, I managed to find a way into yours. It’s all I ever wanted, darling, ever since meeting you for the first time.”

You really are a lucky woman, the voice in her head whispered, and she only could agree. Yes, sometimes Stephen was a pain in the ass, but nothing came without flaws, and she loved every single of them. It’s what a good relationship was made out of, she supposed.

“I recall a different reaction to the first sight of my face, but that’s a topic for another day,” she grinned but squealed at his sudden movements to grab and drag her onto his lap, the sandwich now forgotten on the small table next to the bed. “This was my not so thoroughly thought-through attempt at masking my real thoughts about the stunning woman entering the lecture hall and choosing the spot next to me because it was the spot with the best acoustic. But inside my head? My former self constantly screamed for your attention,” the Strange revealed in a hushed whisper, their faces only mere inches apart. His nose brushed against hers before Stephen dove for a hungry kiss; her magical hands had let desire boil up in his body, and he never could keep his hands off her.

Giggling, YN tangled her fingers in his dark hair and softly moaned as Stephen maneuvered her body so she could sit on his lap with spread legs, feeling the ever-growing bulge in his scrubs rubbing against the apex of her thighs. “Is the door locked?” His voice was strained by lust, and the doctor moaned against her soft lips as YN let her hips circle against his. “I don’t care,” she breathlessly whispered and laughed as the man underneath her became impatient—as he always did—and turned them. Now she was lying on the mattress with Stephen on top of her—his hair already deliciously tussled and pupils blown by the appetite for the woman pressed against his body. “Are we risky today?” Stephen teased her as his hands ran under her scrubs and pushed the shirt slowly up to reveal naked, soft skin inch by inch, his lips following his skilled fingers. YN moaned at the tickling but burning feeling of lips against skin but buried her fingers in his hair again to pull him upwards and back to her hungry lips. “Stop talking,” she demanded, almost muffled by his attacking mouth. “Impatient as always.”

Stephen grinned into the kiss. This was most definitely his preferred way to start the day.

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This one took so long (I don’t know why), but now I’m happy with how this turned out. Hope you liked it too! As usual: Comments, reblogs, and likes are much appreciated! Thanks for reading <3

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500 Miles (Chapter Eleven)

Summary: This is Part Nineteen of my series A Herrmann/Halstead Production. It is an AU where Christopher Herrmann's mom had an affair with Pat Halstead resulting in a baby. The series follows this OC character (Rebecca "Bex" Herrmann) as she grows up and gets to know her brothers and the various Chicago teams. It is very much an AU, just to underscore that. It doesn't follow the same timeline and characters will follow different paths.

Click here for the Series Rundown where you can find the links to read all of the previous installments (which I highly recommend you do so that this one makes sense.)

Rating: Teen and Up

Relationships: Christopher Herrmann & Original Female Character, Jay Halstead & Original Female Character, Will Halstead & Original Female Character, Jay Halstead & Will Halstead, Greg 'Mouse' Gerwitz/Original Female Character, Will Halstead/Connor Rhodes, Assorted OC Couples

Warnings: Light Angst, Emotional Conversations, Dealing with Past Trauma, Minor Character Injury, Swearing, Implied Sexual Content, Kissing, An Unholy Amount of Fluff

A/N: To underscore my previous note, this is an alternate universe so things have unfolded differently. This will not follow the canon arcs exactly by any means. But I hope you'll still enjoy it!

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Bex

Bex’s guitar case bounced against her back as she jogged into Med on Wednesday afternoon. Tracking down Maggie, April, and Ethan to give them their thank you cookies (or protein balls as the case may be) for helping out at the Grudge Match was easy enough. Dr. Abrams, however, wasn’t anywhere to be found around the ER. That meant it was time for…

Hospital field trip adventure!

A little nosing around and she figured out where his office was located. Even if he wasn’t there, she could at least leave the cookies on his desk. Who didn’t love a cookie surprise?

“Cookie surprise,” she sang under her breath as she made her way down the hall. “Sneaking around for a cookie surprise. What rhymes with sur-pri-i-ise? Cookie surprise is the best…no lies. Cookie surprise is…better than pies.”

Hm. It could use a little more workshopping.

She was so focused on testing out different -ies rhymes that she almost walked into Dr. Abrams as he was leaving his office.

“Ms. Herrmann,” he said with a nod.

“Dr. Abrams.” Bex nodded back.

Maybe this would become their thing. Cool, succinct nodding.

Bex offered up the cookie container to him. “Thank you for helping out with the Grudge Match,” she said. “We really appreciated you stepping up to the plate.” Sportsball jokes. She’s got ‘em.

He gave her a flat look as he accepted the cookies. Meh. He’d appreciate it more once it sank in a little.

"Fair is foul and foul is fair,” Dr. Abrams said solemnly before flashing a grin so quickly she almost missed it. “My suggestion for next year’s canteen t-shirts,” he explained. “I quite enjoyed the one’s for this year.”

Oooh, that was—that was good. She liked that. “You and me, doc,” she said, motioning between them as he headed back into his office. “Same wavelength. This friendship is going places. I can feel it.”

He closed the door on her.

But not before she caught another little smile on his face…and heard the snap of the container being opened behind the door.

“We’ll catch up later,” Bex called, patting the door as she headed down the hall.

Her cookie deliveries had been speedy enough that she was a bit early for her volunteer shift in Peds. All of the kids were highly entertained by her photos of Kol playing in the Grudge Match and everyone agreed he needed a uniform next year. Good. The more votes on her side the better.

After some mildly chaotic music and art time, Bex’s shift was up and she made a beeline for the coffee cart outside the hospital. A caffeine boost was required to carry her through the rest of the day.

Blinking at the bright sun as she exited the building, she laughed when the cart came into view. Great minds think alike. “Will! Connor!” Bex called out, waving at them when they turned around at her voice.

“Hey!” Will grinned at her as she joined them at the end of the line. “How was volunteering?”

“Awesome,” she said, leaning into him for a little side hug. “Everyone’s doing well so they had tons of energy and went nuts over the pictures of Kol from the game.” Which reminded her…

“I’m been thinking.” Bex turned to look up at Will. “What do you think about training Kol to be a therapy dog? I’d love to be able to bring him in to volunteer with me someday.”

Will’s eyebrows flew up as he thought that over.

“He’s got the temperament for it,” Connor said, stepping forward to place their order.

“Let’s look into it,” Will said. “If he likes it, I’m not against pursuing it.”

Bex cheered. She used her happy dance to maneuver her way in front of Connor to pay for the three of them against their immediate protests. “Too slow! Deal with it!”

“We’re in charge of dinner tonight,” Will countered. “We’ll be home before you anyway.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Bex gave them both a smooch before leaving. She smiled to herself on the way to her car. Connor had been over at their place more often than not lately and it was actually pretty nice. The four of them having family dinners. Fighting over the bathroom.

Bex like the noise and the coziness of it all.

Of course, it wasn’t going to last long with Emery moving out, but Bex was trying not to think about that and just enjoy herself in the meantime.

She arrived at the Tin Can and fought with the sticky door to get inside. Plenty of time to zip home to take Kol out and then meet up with Jay for her lesson.

The Tin Can coughed as she tried to start it.

And tried again.

One more time and the engine finally caught. Hah. “Who says I need a new car, Christopher?” she cackled under her breath. Bex backed up, turning up her music to cover the strange clanky noise from the rear that kept happening and rolled on out of the parking lot.

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Jay

Jay jogged down the stairs, done for the day and ready for a training session with Bex. She’d already texted a bit ago that she was on her way.

“Mini Halstead’s here,” Platt said as he walked by the desk, not even looking up from her paperwork. Jay glanced around and Platt shook her head. “Not inside yet, but everyone in a five-mile radius heard her car squeal its way into the parking lot.”

He held up a hand at the pinched look she sent him. “You try convincing her to get a new car because we’ve tried.”

Platt tilted her head, pondering that challenge and Jay almost felt bad about possibly setting her on Bex, but not if it was the thing that actually pushed her to get a new freaking car.

As if on cue, the door to the precinct swung open and Bex came rushing in. “I’m here!” She flashed a grin and a wave at Platt before linking arms with Jay. “Hi, Trudy!”

“Mini-Halstead,” Platt snorted. “Get going for your mini-badass lessons. You’re cluttering up my area.”

Bex scrunched her nose at her. “Bye, Trudy,” she said, tugging Jay down the hall.

Hailey, Julie, and Sam had just shown up themselves when Bex and Jay arrived at the training room. Bex eyed the four of them as she started her stretches. “So…what’s the plan for today?”

Jay heard the underlying question clear as day. Was he going to be as stubborn as he was on Monday? No, okay? He’d listened to Bex and Hailey and now they were all here and he was just going to do his best to let them run this session however they needed to.

Hailey met his eyes and he gave her a nod that he hoped conveyed all of that.

“The plan is,” she began. “Jay and Sam are going to leave and come back in an hour.”

Wait.

“I can help—”

“An hour, Jay,” Hailey said, firmly. “It’ll give Bex and I a chance to talk and see where we’re at.” She raised her eyebrows at him, waiting, and Bex stood there watching him like she expected him to argue.

Whatever they needed. He could do that.

Jay smiled at them and then jerked a nod at Sam who followed him out. They stood in the hall while the door shut behind them.

Now what? He probably couldn’t get away with spending the hour with his ear against the door.

“Wanna go get a coffee?” Sam shrugged at him.

“It’s a million degrees outside,” Jay grumbled.

…maybe he was a little frustrated about not being allowed to stay in the room.

Sam, easily the most mellow of all of Bex’s friends, rolled along easily with it. “How about one of those icy, fruity drink things from café down the street,” he offered with a grin. “My treat.”

Jay stared at him.

And sighed.

“Yeah, okay.”

***

Hailey

Hailey waited a beat to see if Jay was going to come busting back through the door, but somewhat surprisingly, it stayed shut. She turned to Bex and Julie. “Let’s talk.”

The three of them sat cross-legged on the mats, facing each other. Bex looked a bit nervous and Hailey could hardly blame her. It wasn’t like they knew each other super well.

But they had at least this one thing on common.

Julie too, sad as that was. She and Hailey had compared notes earlier in the day to get on the same page for how to handle this training session and a few details had been hesitantly shared over a cup of coffee and some stale donuts.

It made Hailey ache to think of how many women had this in common.

“What are we talking about?” Bex asked, cutting through her thoughts. “I thought maybe we were going to dive into things today…”

“We’re definitely going to train today,” Julie said. “But we’re not going to dive into it.” She held up a hand when Bex opened her mouth to protest. “We need to talk first. If we’re doing this, we’re going to be safe and smart about it.”

Bex sat back with a nod, seemingly satisfied by that answer for now.

“Jay filled me in on things,” Hailey began. “But I’d like to hear from you, if you don’t mind. What is it that you want to accomplish here, Bex? What are your goals?”

“I want to be able to defend myself,” she said immediately. “I know we’ve worked on my freezing and getting out of holds and blocks and stuff, but it doesn’t—it doesn’t feel like enough. I want to feel like I could handle myself if—if someone came after me. That I could hold my own.” Her shoulders crept up as her voice got tight. “With what happened with Ty…” Bex took a deep breath. “If Jay hadn’t been there, he would have hurt me and then he would have hurt Emery. I want to know that I won’t let something like that happen again.”

Ah.

There it was.

“Bex,” Hailey said gently. “You know what happened wasn’t your fault—”

That got an immediate eyeroll. “I know that—”

“Okay, well, then if you know that,” Hailey said. “You also know you don’t have to redeem yourself.”

Bex stared hard down at an invisible spot on the mat, not saying anything.

“You did nothing wrong,” Hailey continued. “You reacted in an understandable way to a terrifying situation. I’ve been there.”

“Me too,” Julie added.

That had her looking at them finally.

“Different situations,” Hailey said. “Same result.”

“We know what it’s like to feel helpless, Bex.” Julie reached out to squeeze her hand. “I understand wanting to have tools at your disposal. I just don’t want you going into this thinking you have anything to make up for.”

“I—” Bex sighed. “I’m working on remembering that. Really.” She met their gazes with wide eyes. “Can we still work on punching in the meantime?”

Hailey laughed. “Yeah, but we need to talk about that too,” she said, holding up a hand. “Let’s manage our expectations here.”

“Manage how?” Bex frowned.

Being blunt was the only way to get through this part. “The odds of you winning a full-on fight with someone the size of Ty are slim to none,” Hailey said, giving it to her straight. “A guy like that has a greater muscle mass, more force behind his hits and he’s got a longer reach.”

“Even with training, it would be difficult,” Julie agreed. “But winning a fight isn’t our goal.”

Confusion coloured Bex’s face. “Okay, I guess I get that, but then what is?”

“Two things.” Hailey held up her fingers to tick off the points. “First is to be able to react quickly if you’re hit or knocked down. The first moment is crucial and leaves you vulnerable.”

“That’s definitely something I wanted to work on,” Bex agreed.

“We’ll knock you down until you’re able to pop right back up,” Hailey said, getting a smile out of her for that. “The second thing is ways to quickly cause maximum damage with minimal effort.”

“Also known as how to fight dirty,” Julie chimed in and earned them another grin.

“We’re going to teach you how to incapacitate your assailant for long enough to try and get away,” Hailey continued. “That’s always the goal, Bex. Strike hard and get away so you can call for help. It’s the best way to stay safe.”

“Okay.” Bex nodded, her chin set with determination. “How do we start?”

“On your feet.” Hailey scrambled up and motioned for Bex and Julie to do the same. “No matter what happens, you have to always remember to breathe. The sooner you can focus yourself, the sooner you can get back on your feet.”

“Breathe,” Bex repeated. “I can do tha—”

Hailey swept her leg out, kicking Bex’s legs out from under her and she landed on the mats with a thud.

“Jesus fuc—”

“Breathe.” Hailey leaned over her. “And get back up. You stay down, you’re dead. It’s as simple as that. Get up, Bex.” She held a hand out for Bex who took a deep breath and grabbed it. Hailey hauled her up to her feet.

Julie stepped in to lay a hand on Bex’s arm, checking in, but Bex waved her off with a little smile.

“Again.”

***

Jay

“You were right,” Jay said, taking a final slurp of his drink. “I didn’t think I’d like mango and pineapple, but that was pretty dang good.”

“Devon is the smoothie king of our house.” Sam grinned at him, just a tiny bit smug. “I’m well versed in all of the best flavour combinations.”

He might have enjoyed their drink expedition despite himself, but Jay had still been keeping one eye on the time. They were headed back to the station with eight minutes to spare. Sam dropped off a drink for Platt at the desk. ‘How do you think Tay and I keep getting the nice squad car?’ being the faultless logic behind that.

They chucked their own finished drinks in the garbage and went down to the training room. The shouts and slams coming through the door were not making him feel great about agreeing to this whole thing.

Jay pushed the door open and stepped inside—

To see Hailey slamming into Bex and taking her down to the mat with a thud.

“What the hell, Hailey?”

Julie got in his way before he could rush over to them. “Give her a second,” she said and sure enough, Hailey was already on her feet, chanting at Bex to get up. And Bex was…scrambling up on her own, looking exhausted.

And breathlessly excited.

“Did you see that, Jay?”

“I sure did.” He raised an eyebrow at Hailey. “Thinking we need to buy about a thousand ice packs on the way home.”

“That’s actually not a bad idea,” Hailey said, pointing a finger back at him. “We’re ready to take a break on this part and move on to phase two.”

Julie straightened up from where she’d been digging around in a bag and threw two somethings in his and Sam’s direction. They both caught them. Sam groaned while Jay took a minute to process what he was holding.

A freaking groin guard.

“Seriously?” He held it up and glared at Hailey.

She smiled back at him, big and wide as she shrugged. “Bex needs to learn how to strike and, uh, where,” she said, holding up a pair of helmets. “You gonna help or not?”

He exchanged a look with Sam and they both sighed, resigned. Of course they were…on one condition. “We signing Ruzek and Atwater to help with this next week, right?”

“Among others,” Hailey said.

“Okay, then,” Jay said, twirling the cursed jockstrap in his hands. “Let’s do this.”

***

Bex

On Thursday, the only thing that kept Bex moving was knowing that Jay was probably as sore as she was, if not more. And that was in service to helping her so she really couldn’t complain.

But also, ow.

Hailey didn’t mess around.

Not that Bex wasn’t grateful! Because she was. She really was. Yesterday’s lesson had been so helpful and Bex was actually looking forward to more. Everything she learned was making her feel more competent and sure of herself. The weight training with Sam was paying off too.

There’d definitely been some oomph behind her hits on Jay and Sam.

Which she obviously felt bad about.

…but kind of badass at the same time.

Bex’s grin turned into a grimace as she attempted to bend over and attach Kol’s leash to his collar. He whined and stretched to lick at her face. “I’m okay,” she said. “Just dying a little bit. Mostly in the gluteal area.”

Kol barked once, sharply.

“I’m not cancelling!” She straightened up carefully and grabbed her bag. “Mouse walks are non-cancellable. I’ll survive.”

They slowly, very slowly, made their way down to the parking lot and made it to the park right on time. Mouse was waiting, but he rushed over once he saw her getting out of the car. Her winces must not have been as well hidden as she’d thought.

“Hey,” he said, taking Kol’s leash and hovering while she reached back in to grab her bag. “Jay told me about yesterday. We can reschedule today if you’re not up to it. I don’t want you to hurt yourself or pull anything or—”

“Mouse.” Bex laid a hand on his arm and smiled up at him. “There’s no possible way that I could pull anything any further than it’s already been pulled.

His face screwed up at that. “Was that supposed to be reassuring? I’m not reassured, Bex.”

“I’ll be fine,” she laughed. “It’ll be good to stretch things out and we’ll make sure we go slow.”

Mouse didn’t look fully convinced, but he took her bag and kept a hold on Kol so Bex’s arm wouldn’t get pulled and then started them down the path at a ludicrously slow pace.

“Okay, we can speed it up a little bit, seriously,” Bex said and Mouse shook his head.

“Nope.” The edge of his lips quirked up. “This is good. Leisurely. Gives us a chance to really take in the scenery.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

He just offered his arm and Bex looped hers around his elbow. They continued down the path, taking in the scenery, and even Kol seemed content with their snail’s pace.

“Aside from the fact that you’re apparently a walking bruise today,” Mouse said. “How did yesterday go?”

“Really great, actually,” Bex said. She tried to figure out how to put it into words. “It’s hard, but it’s the good kind of hard, you know? I feel more…centered, I guess.”

Mouse hummed softly. “I’m glad it’s helping,” he said. There was a quiet beat and Bex felt his arm tense under her hand as he took a quick breath. “I could help. If you want.” He raised a hand to drag it through his hair before remembering it held Kol’s leash. “It’s just, uh, I know a fair bit about hand-to-hand and uh, I could—if you want—I could, uh, I could help.”

“Jay did mention that,” Bex said. “I just—I don’t want to practice my fight skills on you. Not when—”

“We’re working on figuring everything else out?” Mouse guessed.

“Yeah.” Bex sighed, glad that he got it. “Exactly.” She perked up. “Besides, beating up Jay is actually kind of fun. He used to always win when we wrestled, but I’m getting better. I think I can take him and I’ve got like, fifteen years of losses to make up for.”

Mouse laughed. “Well, I obviously can’t stand in the way of that.”

“Did Jay ask you to volunteer?” She side-eyed him. “Was he complaining after yesterday? Is he being a big baby?”

“No,” Mouse shook his head, laughing even harder. “I swear he didn’t.”

Bex grinned as she kept pushing, making jokes about Jay’s face when he saw the groin guard. Mouse didn’t often let loose like this. She liked seeing it.

They kept walking, talking about the rest of their week as they meandered down the path. It was nice and relaxed and…normal. As weird as that sounded. But they hadn’t had a lot of that.

She knew these walks were about sharing all the red flags Mouse seemed to think he had, but in her mind, this was also their goal. Having the chance to just be and enjoy each other’s company. They’d both shared plenty last time and it was hard. Good, but hard.

If Mouse didn’t feel like bringing anything up, she wasn’t going to push it. She wanted him to go at his own pace. And honestly, she was tired enough today that she was happy to take it easy both physically and emotionally.

Even without discussing anything ‘big’, the conversation flowed easily, punctuated by more laughter. Mouse was gratifyingly appreciative of her Dr. Abrams impression.

“Should Sam be worried about not being your favourite Sam anymore?” he joked.

“Pssh,” Bex waved a hand. “They’re in totally different categories. It’s fine.”

Mouse snorted. “There’s categories?”

“Yeah, of course,” she said. “And I’d never base them on names.”

“Obviously not.”

Bex ignored his smirk. “Aside from the Med category, I’d put Dr. Abrams in my grumpy old man friend category.”

“Ah,” Mouse nodded. “So, it’s Olinsky and Voight who should be worried.”

“See? You get it.”

“Yeah, no, I’m seeing the vision,” he said. “What are some of the other categories?”

The rest of their walk devolved into semi-hysterics as they sorted everyone they knew into increasingly ridiculous friendship categories. They were almost back to the parking lot when Bex’s speed slowed to a near crawl.

Okay, so she might be more than a little stiff.

“Hang on.” Mouse moved to step in front of her and crouched down. “Okay, hop on.”

“Another piggy back ride? Are you sure?”

He looked over his shoulder at her. “It’s a limited time offer.”

Bex hopped on.

The three of them managed to make it back to the car without Kol tripping them up and Mouse deposited her carefully onto the ground.

“Thank you,” she said. “I’m going to need to do some serious stretches before my shift tonight.”

Mouse’s eyebrows flew up. “You’re actually working at Molly’s tonight?”

“I finally got Emery to agree to come out and I want to introduce her to more people,” Bex explained. “It’ll be fine. I’ll talk Otis into doing most of the moving for me.” He could be bribed.

“Well, I guess I’ll see you later tonight then,” Mouse said.

She grabbed his arm before he could step away. “Thanks again,” she said. “For today. It was really fun.”

“It was.” Mouse gave her that small, soft smile and she couldn’t stop herself from pulling him into a hug. He went easily, wrapping his arms around her.

“You know I read a thing today that said you need eight hugs a day?” she said into his shoulder and he made a little noise of surprise against her hair. “And that’s just like, for maintenance.” She leaned back to look into his face. “How many have you had today?”

The smile made a reappearance. “Not eight.”

“One more for the road then.” She gave him another squeeze before reluctantly letting go. They parted ways with a wave and she headed home.

After a long soak in the tub and stupid amounts of Voltaren later, she emerged in time to scarf down some food and remind Emery of her promise to swing by the bar. Sam, Isaac, and Devon had promised to bring her so Bex was sure she’d come, but now she was extra sure.

She managed to rope Otis into doing most of the gopher work for the night after promising to make him an ungodly number of cookies. Then she parked herself on a stool and let people come to her for their orders.

Although she almost made Jay go to Chris when he kept laughing at her pain. As if he wasn’t also walking around like…well, like someone had recently repeatedly smacked every sensitive part of his body.

She gave him a few rounds on the house.

Emery did show up and Sam took care of taking her around to meet people. She’d already met a fair amount of their gang, but this was a more thorough introduction. If she was going to be moving out, Bex wanted her to be safe in more ways than one. That meant widening her circle. With good friends and good people.

The biggest moment of the night was when Chris finally let everyone know that he and Cindy were expecting. Apparently, they’d been to see the new doctor that Connor had recommended earlier in the day. Her name was Dr. Gupta and both Cindy and Chris loved her. She was kind and sensitive and best of all, she said everything looked good so far.

Chris stood up on the bar and broke the news, declaring one drink on the house for everyone to celebrate. Cheers of “Firehouse Baby” nearly brought the place down.

Bex was totally going to look into making a Canteen Crew onesie.

***

Connor

Saturday afternoon found Connor and Will lounging in Connor’s living room as they watched a movie. They didn’t usually hang out there, but Bex and Emery were going to be swinging by with some things for the storage locker. They’d been shopping up a storm to find stuff for Emery’s new place. A couch and a bed frame had already been deposited in there and Connor may have snuck in a nice dresser that he’d come across.

And a bookshelf.

And a coffee table.

They’d fit the aesthetic of everything Emery had been looking at! What was he supposed to do? Not buy them?

Maybe he should have asked first.

He chewed on his lip as he sat snuggled in beside Will. Money was an occasionally touchy subject between them all. He’d wanted to chip in since he was spending so much time at Casa Herrmannstead, but it had been a battle to even be allowed to buy some groceries.

It wasn’t like he was offering it as charity or anything. More like, he had the money so why shouldn’t he help out? It made him feel like he was…not a guest. Connor was never sure if that part of it came through in his discussions with Will. He never wanted to overstep so most of the time he just let it go.

A chime from his phone pulled him out of his thoughts. He picked it up and read through the text from Bex. “They’re downstairs and are requesting extra arms to carry everything.”

“Must have been a successful trip,” Will said as he got up and stretched, smirking when he caught Connor eyeing the strip of skin his rising t-shirt exposed. “Help first and then we’ll shoo them off.”

Connor had to love a man with a plan.

They hurried down to the parking lot and saw that it had indeed been a successful trip. Even with four pairs of arms, they only managed to empty half of the Tin Can’s load on the first trip. Trooping back inside, Connor led them down to the storage locker.

Emery, Bex, and Will froze when he opened the door.

“Um, I feel like…things have multiplied?” Emery poked her head in and looked around.

“I may have come across a few things that I thought you would like and would fit in with everything else you’ve been picking up,” Connor said, scratching at the back of his neck as he avoided all eye contact.

“Connor, that’s—” Emery stepped over to him, grabbing him in a hug. “That’s so sweet, seriously, thank you.” She sighed. “I really can’t accept all of this though.”

But— “Why not?” Honestly, he didn’t get it. “It’s a gift. I’m happy to do it.”

Emery scrunched up her face as she let him go. Will and Bex stood behind her very carefully not saying anything. “I’m supposed to be doing this on my own. Standing on my own two feet.”

“You are though,” he said softly. Didn’t she see that? How proud they all were of her? “You have done this for yourself, Em. You’re moving out to your own place. You’re doing great in therapy and you’re getting back out into the world. You are doing all of that. For yourself.” He waved a hand at the storage locker. “This is just some stuff.”

Will coughed quietly as Bex squeaked. Emery just smiled at him fondly. “Really freaking expensive stuff,” she said. “I don’t need—”

“I know you don’t need it,” he said. “I know you can get perfectly serviceable stuff on your own, but—” Connor sighed, trying to figure out how to say what he was feeling without accidentally pissing one of them off. “It’s doesn’t have to be just serviceable stuff. This is your new beginning and I would like to help make it a beautiful one. If you’ll let me?”

“Well, crap,” Emery huffed out a laugh as she wiped away a tea. “How can I argue with that?”

“You don’t,” Connor said with a grin.

“I’ll accept it if you promise me that this is it,” she said, waggling a finger at him. “Don’t buy anything else.” The finger waggle turned into hands on the hips when he hesitated.

“I will do my best,” he said.

Emery threw her hands up. “Okay, fine, we’ll deal with it as it comes,” she said. “But I’ve got my eyes on you now, Rhodes. And there will be a thank you coming your way. A big one.” She and Bex moved into the locker to start moving things around; Bex laughing at the look on his face as she walked by.

“Why did that sound like a threat?” Connor whispered to Will.

“I kind of think it was?” He shrugged. The bastard.

They helped unload the rest of the stuff and successfully shooed the girls off before heading back upstairs. Connor couldn’t help but notice how quiet Will had become since the storage locker surprise.

“Are you upset about it?” Connor finally asked as they worked together in the kitchen, preparing dinner.

Will played dumb as he chopped peppers. “Upset about what?”

Connor turned down the temperature on the stove and turned to face him. “Me spending money on stuff for Emery’s new place.”

“It’s your money,” Will said evenly. Staring pointedly down at the cutting board.

“It is.” Connor stepped over to him and set a careful hand over his, stilling Will’s movements. He waited until he finally looked up at him. “I want to be able to spend money on the people I care about and that includes—it includes all of you, Will. What’s the point of having it if I can’t share it? I know it’s weird for you—”

“Yeah, it is,” Will said shortly, dragging a hand down his face. He left it there for a moment before heaving out a sigh and turning to Connor. “But that’s my own baggage. I shouldn’t put it on you. If you want to buy tables and shit—”

“And shit,” Connor laughed. “He calls a real walnut dresser ‘and shit’.”

Will rolled his eyes before reaching out to reel Connor in for a kiss. “Everyone is happy for you to contribute how you want to contribute,” he said. “Whatever makes you happy.”

“It does.” Connor leaned in to give him another kiss. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me,” Will said. He shook his head. “I’ll work on not being weird about it. I promise. I just—”

Connor kept his arms around Will’s waist, both to not let him run away from the conversation, but also to give him silent support while he gathered his words.

“I also worry about you feeling like you have to contribute this way,” Will said.

This man. Honestly. Warmth spread through Connor at Will’s words.

“I mean,” Will continued. “I really hope that you know this by now, but none of us care about your money—”

“You’ve made that pretty clear.” Connor bit back a smile and Will ignored him, clearly on a mission.

“We—me especially, but all of us, we love having you around Connor,” Will said. “Having you in our lives for you. Not your money. Not what you can buy. Just you.”

“So now is a good time to tell you that I blew everything on that table?” He ducked the piece of red pepper that Will threw at him.

“I was being serious,” Will exclaimed, pelting him with another piece. “And heartfelt and this guy’s got jokes!”

Connor caught the next piece and popped it in his mouth, grinning at Will. “I appreciate it,” he said. “It’s nice having people like me for me.”

“I’m reconsidering it now,” Will sniffed.

“Uh-uh, no take-backs,” Connor said. Will muttered something about him hanging out with Bex too much so Connor poked him which devolved into wrestling which turned into dinner being very, very late.

It was worth it.

***

Mouse

Mouse sat on his couch, exhausted after a long meeting with his group. They’d been full of tips for how to handle his next talk with Bex. He’d put it off long enough. He had to tell her about the rest of his past. Every time he tried to picture it though, a thousand worst case scenarios ran through his brain.

He started tidying up his apartment, hoping to stop his mind from spinning for a moment or two. In the middle of gathering up a pile of junk mail for recycling, a small flyer fluttered to the ground. The title caught Mouse’s eye.

A craft street fair. Bex would love that.

Tomorrow was the last day.

Maybe…maybe he could put their talk off for one more walk. Mouse kind of liked the idea of taking her on a proper date, even if they weren’t calling it that. Have one to remember before he told her everything and risked her walking away.

That would be nice.

Mouse picked up his phone to see if Bex was up for a change of plans.

***

Bex

Mouse had been extremely cryptic in his messages. He had a plan, but she wasn’t allowed to know what it was. All she knew was that it involved a change in venue.

He’d sent her instructions to park at a specific lot at one pm on Sunday and to wait for her there. So, there she was, waiting with Kol beside the Tin Can, and keeping an eye out for Mouse.

…who was currently jogging down the sidewalk toward them? With a giant grin on his face?

“Hey!” Mouse bounded up to them, leaning down to give Kol a scratch before grabbing Bex in a hug. “You made it.”

“We did,” Bex said, unable to stop a smile of her own from spreading across her face. “Now do we get to find out where we’ve made it too?”

“Follow me,” Mouse said, grabbing her hand and pulling her down the sidewalk. He was so excited; he was like a little kid. Bex let herself be tugged down a couple of side streets until they emerged onto one filled with people and vendors up one side and down the other.

“Oh!” Bex’s eyebrows flew up in surprise. “This is the craft fair! I totally wanted to go to this, but I didn’t think it would work out.” Her week had been jam packed and she’d resigned herself to missing it.

“Bex,” Mouse said softly. “Why didn’t you say anything? We could’ve planned it for today.”

“I didn’t want to miss our walk.” Bex bumped her shoulder into his. Their walks were too important. There would always be other craft fairs. “Besides, you found it anyway and you brought me here.” And wasn’t that just…delightful. Bex turned to smile at Mouse, reaching up to smooth at his forehead when she saw he was frowning. That was less delightful. “This is great, Mouse,” she said. “Thank you.”

“I always want you to tell me about this stuff,” Mouse said, intensely earnest as he looked down at her. “I want to know what you’re interested in and do things you want to do. I don’t—I don’t ever want you to miss out on things because of me.”

“Okay, well, first of all, we’re here because of you,” Bex pointed out. “Because you somehow found out about this and knew it was something I would enjoy which is amazing and lovely and I really appreciate it.” He relaxed ever so slightly at that. “And second of all, this is a two-way street, buddy. I want to know what you’re interested in and do things that you want to do.”

“I mean,” Mouse shrugged, “I’m also pretty pumped for this craft fair.”

“Right!” Bex tugged on his arm, pulling him out onto the street and into the flow of the fair. “The needlepoint! I get it now. There’s been an ulterior motive this whole time.”

“It’s a shared experience,” Mouse corrected her. “We’ll enjoy it together—does that sign say Battlestar Galactica patterns?”

Bex cackled as his head whipped around. “Let’s go find out.”

And they did. Hours of wandering from stall to stall and checking out the wide variety of offerings. Stuffing their faces with way too much food. Talking and laughing.

It was kind of perfect.

Bex kept blushing every time Mouse caught her watching him, but that didn’t stop her. And she caught him watching her just as often. She found herself wondering if he was having the same thoughts that she was.

This is what it could be like. This is what we could have—if we let ourselves.

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been watching chicago med and i’m either on s3 or s4 BUT i am starting to absolutely despise natalie manning and her character (ill put it under a readmore because i got a lot of words and she absolutely disgusts me)

First off, I know that she's an ER doc specializing in peds (though, maybe its because of how fast I watched everything but I never saw any epi specifically say that but its there whatever).

My disgust comes from how 1)she approaches people that aren't physically/mentally/emotionally prepared to have children and 2)how hypocritical she is. So lets get into it:

Her approach to her patients with children: I appreciate her dedication to childcare– whether this be giving the child the best of care or advocating for their rights when the guardian/parent(s) aren't listening. The thing... some of the things she's done or said are so surface-level, that they don't account for what happens after they leave the ER. Take the epi where she accidentally got a mother and her baby separated because she suspected child abuse due to a stained hematoma from child birth. Her medicine was sound, of course— anyone would suspect child abuse in that scenario. What I didn't like, and this patient (abbrev. pt) rightfully called out, was her judgemental ass. Like listen, I've worked in the medical field for years and even if you are judgemental towards something, you should NEVER let it affect how you treat/care for pt. Nat says she judged teh mom for being a single mother raising her child but... babygirl, you're a GD doctor. Your mother-in-law literally watches your kid FOR FREE. Your husband died from war– you know exactly who he is! That single mother was literally working two jobs just to support her and her baby. She even said that she doesn't know who the dad is so clearly she can't just "drop" the kid off at grandma's. People literally do the best that they can in the situation that they're in, whether purposeful or accidental. Whether or not they make sense is a wholedifferent thing. Like the other epi where the pt's older brother was a sociopath and the parents decided not to institutionalize him. As outsiders, ofc we'd be on Nat's side about taking him away from hurting his brother. But that's the thing– we are outsiders!! Nat's saying all this stuff yet if put in the same situation, she'd likely do the same thing as what those parents did and continue to keep him around. The decision to have kids is already an unfortunately loaded question but what about after? She has little to no care of her pts past the exit. This can get longwinded so if anyone wants more lmk otherwise imma stop here for this.

Hypocrisy: She's a straightup hypocrite. Early seasons, she followed most of the rules. She wasn't Will, ya know? But what got to me was how the show writes her cases. Ex. she had changed a treatment plan that Will was against because she didn't think it was that. Mind you, Will's under fire from that DNR incident. Before the autopsy, Will is rightfully angry that she switched treatment plans, despite her trying to justify it. Never change a treatment plan! Even with disagreements, shit will happen. There are contraindications, there are escalations, there's a bunch of different things that can happen even if the change is small. Not only was Will trying to be a good doctor, he was also trying to be a law-abiding, rule-following doctor. What about the time when she fought tooth and nail to use an experimental, not FDA-approved (not even a multi-stage study) drug to treat a cancer pt. Ofc, Will is furious that she's adamant on the switch and lo-behold, the pt dies. Now, this concoction could've worsen the cancer right? Except, rather than writing it so it either didn't have an effect or had a miniscule effect, the autopsy revealed that her concoction actually shrank it a few cms. Aint no fucking way that it did that-- mainly because there were no clinical trials documenting it. I mean, GIRL, WHAT ABOUT THE SIDE EFFECTS? Medicine isnt a magic potion unforunately. The time when she went off on that skivvy priest and his 14-year old wife is also on my list. She yells at Will or whatever doctor about professionalism but her attitude towards him (though RIGHTFULLY SO) was peak unprofessionalism. I mean there is a lot of bureaucracy in almost any institution, whether profit or nonprofit, but when anyone else breaks it, they get serious consequences. When Nat does it, its just a damn warning. Hell! What about when they induced a death-appearing coma to the guy that was abusing his wife? Shittt son, I'm surprised Will agreed to that given his DNR incident. God forbid that pt actally fucking died-- they both would've lost theirmedical licenses.

I just have so much to say! She gives me 'popular in HS' vibes since she is "always" right, rarely gets any true punishment/consequences and yaps of unprofessionalism to other people when she literally does the same thing. What crossed it for me and its the reason why I'm writing this now is when she snapped at Dr. Charles when she cut the dosage in half for a bipolar pregnant mother. You mean to tell me that YOU were in the right because you don't have time to keep up with every new psych journal? You literally specialize in peds– youre supposed to keep up with any and everything child-related, including pregnancies! Chief! God forbid there's new research and because you dont have fucking time to do some research (or at least keep up with medical literature), you end up killing a pt due to ignorance.

Maybe its how the writers are writing her but she's just... DISGUSTING. As a self-identifying female, I'm all about feminine/female power but this? Nah chief– Maggie is better written than she is and she's "just a charge nurse"!

#chicago med #chicago med natalie manning #natalie manning #ITS A RANT SORRY

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the-ace-with-spades · 8 months

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My half-assed hospital AU part 2 & 3 (ER enemies to lovers hangster coworkers) are going to have Bradley and Mickey friendship because peds nurse solidarity

#hangster #hangster hospital au

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bitchapalooza · 6 months

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I think what gives Romano nurse vibes is that he’s got the perfect attitude to be a nurse but most importantly I think he’d look cute in funny cartoon themed scrubs working in pediatrics sihsjsjs

Like maybe he started off working with adults, maybe worked more in the ER often too, but it was boring and very stressful so he got himself into peds and did not look back. I don’t think he’s SUPER good with kids, but he’s really good at acting like he is lmao but maybe after a few years working routinely in the same doctor’s office seeing a lot of the same kids he’s kind of found his place and has gotten better at interacting with them and so now he’s got his Nurse Mode and his Off Work mode, where he goes from every kid’s third favorite nurse that gives out extra stickers to kind of an asshole with extreme road rage and a messy apartment

#I am going to subject every one of you with peds nurse Romano propaganda goddammit #hetalia #hetalia headcanons #hws romano #hws south italy

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kpforpresident · 2 years

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Ok ok ok one is a peds nurse one is an er nurse and they get huffy puffy about the importance of their specialties

this is probably longer than it needs to be but as a nurse I consider it my duty, ok? ok.

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Clarke stood in the crowded hospital lobby, silently fuming as she waited to pick up her mobile coffee order. The barista hardly blinked anymore when she picked up her quad-shot latte, having visually scanned her rumpled navy scrubs the first time she showed up and then dashed off again with her extremely espresso heavy latte, needing a pick-me-up four hours into what ended up being a 16+ hour shift. Working in a 24 hour coffee shop nestled firmly within a level 1 trauma hospital, she was sure he’d seen weirder. Clarke threw a quick glance at the watch that hung off the teal stethoscope around her neck- she had another ten minutes before she had to go and rejoin the chaos that was the Peds ER during cold/RSV season.

Just as she stepped up to the register, a slim hand snaked around her to press her credit card to the card reader, paying for her much-needed caffeine with a quiet beep. The green-aproned cashier smiled at the generous tip as he gave a thankful nod to the woman who stood so close behind Clarke that she could feel the heat emanating off of her figure, the fruity note of her shampoo wafting through the air. Clarke raised an unimpressed eyebrow, already knowing who would be behind her when she turned.

“You didn’t have to do that, Lex. I’m a big girl, I can buy my own coffee.” Clarke spoke into her drink as she handed back the tall iced matcha latte that had appeared on the coffee bar next to her own drink, knowing instinctively it was for the brunette next to her. Lexa hastily paid for her own beverage as she chased down the colorful hallway after Clarke, her matte black stethoscope swinging in its holster that sat jauntily on her left hip as she broke into a quick jog.

A gentle hand snagged Clarke’s elbow, prompting her to slow her aggressively fast walk to a meander. She aquised as she turned back to Lexa, eyebrow cocked sarcastically as she took in the nurse in front of her.

Lexa looked perfect, as always, despite being halfway through what Clarke knew was a perpetually challenging PICU shift. Black scrubs hung on a lithe frame, braids and a half ponytail pulling dark wavy hair away from a stunning face. Colorful pens were neatly lined up in her thigh pocket, her badge swinging with a rolodex of inotrope doses and insulin dosing windows, a smiling, younger Lexa grinning out from a faded hospital badge picture. A monogrammed Patagonia vest covered her top half, unzipped so a hint of a defined collarbone peeked out from the v of her scrub top.

“I promised you when we started orientation all those years ago, I would buy your coffee whenever I trespassed on your turf. And I certainly did today.” Lexa smiled as she talked, those gentle green eyes alight on Clarke’s face as she took in Clarke’s sour expression. She took a calm sip of her green drink as she waited for Clarke’s response, a playful smile tugging on the corner of her mouth.

Clarke scuffed a worn converse against the sparkly hospital floor, chancing another glance at her watch as she worked through her answer very carefully.

“I don’t know why Kane consulted PICU team on that case, anyway- we had it well in hand.” Clarke spoke sullenly to her feet as she took a seat in the lobby, the emergency room entrance visible across the large, brightly lit space. While Arkadia General wasn’t as new as some of the other hospitals, the pediatric center was bright, well lit, and colorful. Cartoon figures danced down the wall, fantastical shapes dangling from the main atrium ceiling. Clarke still remembered the awe she felt walking through the doors as a new grad, eyes glued to the ceiling as she walked breathlessly into the lobby. And somehow, smack into Lexa. That was four years ago.

In the present day, Lexa’s large eyes rounded incredulously as she leaned against a nearby wall, crossing her ankle as she slouched slightly.

“Clarke, that kid had a massive tension pneumo, he needed a stat intubation and double chest tubes secondary to a needle aspiration so he didn’t die in the triage room, in front of his incredibly distraught mother. You already had two intubated patients and two other RSV cases, we have a top level PICU in this hospital so you don’t have to deal with that shit four feet from the front entrance.”

Lexa peeked at her watch as she finished her sentence, running a frustrated hand across her face. Clarke guessed her lunch break was almost over as well. Deep down Clarke knew that Lexa was right, that the little boy had needed to be rushed to PICU so he could get the care he needed, but something grated across her chest whenever she felt like she needed to be rescued. She was a critical care nurse too, dammit.

So what if her lines were always tangled.

Clarke blew out a frustrated breath, glancing to the entrance of the ER where she could see Octavia glaring at her, pointing to her bare wrist as if to say, tick tok, bitch. She could tell by the incrasing furrow in her brow that this wasn’t the first time she had tried to get Clarke’s attention.

“Damn, I have to go, it’s O’s turn to eat and she has a cardiac kiddo that needs to be watched until your people can come grab him and prep him for consult. I gotta go, anyway- I have a hot date tonight that I need to get out of here on time to get ready for.”

Clarke started walking as she spoke, flipping around so she could still face Lexa as she retreated. Her teasing smile let the intensive care nurse know that she wasn’t truly pissed- just a bit of friendly competition.

Lexa’s eyes twinkled as she watched Clarke retreat, rounding the corner to punch the elevator that would take her up to the sixth floor, where the PICU resided tucked in next to the NICU.

“A hot date, eh? Lucky woman,” Lexa called jokingly as she disappeared out of sight.

“You have no idea,” Clarke shouted back as she entered back into the chaos.

Clarke sighed as she rubbed ruefully at her neck, wincing as the clock on her phone glared accusingly at her- 9:45 pm, almost three full hours later than she was meant to clock out. She sorted through her keys to find her apartment key, treading lightly through the darkened apartment as she shucked off her birkenstocks and peeled off her socks. Clarke had changed into her spare set of clothes she kept in her locker after work today, opting to shower in the hospital locker room.

She had forgotten how bloody multi-victim MVAs could get.

A warm muted glow shone from the one green lampshade in the living room, casting a light over the lump on the couch. A smile tugged on Clarke’s lips as she trudged tiredly over to it, weariness gnawing on her bones. She skimmed a gentle hand over the small amount of hair that was exposed from the knit covering, murmuring a hello as the shape moved and eventually emerged, blinking blearily.

“Hi, baby,” Lexa whispered as she visibly shook off the sleep that clung to her eyes, running a soothing hand down Clarke’s arm as she sat on the very edge of the couch.

“Hi, love. I’m sorry I didn’t call, my phone died as I was heading out to the car and I forgot my damn charger. All hands on deck were needed and I didn’t want to leave them until the kiddo was stabilized. I’m sorry I ditched date night.” Clarke left her hand on Lexa’s face, needing the contact after a long day. Lexa nodded sleepily as she turned her lips to Clarke’s palm, pressing a comforting kiss there.

“S’ok. I get it, it isn’t the first time for either of us and it won’t be the last. I ordered Thai from that place you love, your curry is in the fridge and I stopped on the way home from work and got that seasonal beer you like, the pumpkin one. Do you want me to reheat it while you get changed?”

Lexa swung herself up, tucking her hands into Clarke’s old sweatshirt as she righted herself and pushed off, brushing a soft kiss to Clarke’s lips as she padded towards the kitchen. Clarke smiled fondly at the worn piece of clothing ,white letters emblazoned on the maroon background.

“Sure, baby, that sounds good. I love you. Thanks for understanding. ” Clarke stripped off her hoodie as she stood, heading towards their bedroom, the promise of PJs and a hot meal before falling into bed so enticing she could cry.

Lexa leaned against the worn door frame, a smile lighting up her face as she soaked in Clarke’s words, said quietly but no less fervently. The back light danced around her figure, tiny baby hairs haloed around her face.

“I love you too, Clarke. Thanks for letting me come and play in your kingdom today, I love seeing you at work. My badass angel of death.”

Clarke rolled her eyes at the voice that floated through the apartment as she changed quickly, taking her wet hair down from her bun as she moved through the rooms to drape herself around Lexa’s frame dramatically. The fragrant scent of curry shimmered through the room, Lexa reheating it in a battered saucepan as she handed Clarke a frosty beer.

“Don’t you forget it,” Clarke muttered into the toasty hairs that played at the nape of Lexa’s neck, smiling playfully as goosebumps decorated the soft skin.

Lexa turned again to press another kiss to her tired wife, lending her support for what she knew had been a taxing and most likely traumatizing end of shift. They stood in their little bubble, silently taking comfort from each other as the moon shone brightly through the curtained windows, sole witness to the soft love and support that poured from the apartment.

#clexa #anon prompt #kpprompts #nurse!clexa

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