He was young, he was blonde...and he was handsomer than any movie star I'd ever seen.
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bon temps, louisiana + carlisle cullen & reader crushing on him as an intern at forks hospital
he's so out of your league. like definitely, totally, one hundred percent, off the table, out of your league. but that doesn't mean you can't daydream just a little bit about him.
dr. cullen had been a physician at forks' hospital for a almost a year at this point. doctors, patients, nurses, all of the other interns. it was impossible not to know him. on top of being possibly the most beautiful person you'd ever seen, he was incredible at his job. far more incredible than he should've been, only looking to be a year shy of graduating med school, and forks probably being his first actual residential position.
everyone wanted to get some sort of a hand on him, and those who successfully manage it were lucky to do so.
you didn't catch him as he passed the nurse's station you were leaned over, chatting with one of the younger girls they'd hired in the last couple months, until he was already past you. he always moved so swiftly, ghostlike as glided from place to place, that you barely even heard him call your name as he went.
you scrambled to follow after him.
"yes, dr. cullen?" you ask as you shoot a weary look at your friend. she gives you an eager smile and a thumbs up that you scowl at in response.
he quickly stops in the middle of the hallway, leaving you to nearly topple into his side as he rummages through the files beside the door before handing over a clipboard with a patient's file stuffed into it.
"i'd like for you to check in on mr. reilly for me," he says. you think you'd do just about anything he asked if he posed his questions like that.
"yes, yes, absolutely," you stammer, opening the file to flip through mr. reilly's history.
"great," he says, his hand coming up to rest against your shoulder briefly. your skin grows hot beneath it, a heat that travels up your neck, despite the uncharacteristic chill the emanates from his palm. "i'll be around if you need me."
you think he winks at you before he's whisked away to handle other matters.
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Peter Facinelli in ‘Supernova’ (2000)
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