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dahliawolfe · 8 days

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Rush

An ER fanfic

“Greene, to the nurses’ desk,” comes the announcement over the intercom. Bird sighs and pushes a curl off of her forehead.

“Damn it,” she hisses, finally getting the IV needle in. “There ya go, Grace.” The doctor stands, snapping her gloves off and tossing them in the trash on her way out of the curtained off room.

Brigid (Bird) Greene is an ER attending at Chicago County General, and she is on her third 12 hour shift of the week. “Dammit, Tanner, what the hell is wrong with the AC?” she growls as she makes her way to the lobby. The clerk, Tanner looks at her and frowns.

“The WIFI is down,” he answers simply.

“What the fuck does that have to do with the AC?”

“AC is WIFI controlled.” Bird rolls her eyes as she finally rounds the corner to the nurses’ desk. “Fuck,” she breathes when she sees her sister, Rachel waiting for her. “Rach? What’s up?” Rachel Greene Ernshaw looks up from her phone with a scowl. Rachel and Bird had never been close. Rachel was raised by her mother, Jen, while Bird was raised by her own mother, Elizabeth, following the death of their father, Mark.

“Brigid, hi. I left messages…”

“Right, sorry, it’s been a hell of a week.”

“Mm. I came by to remind you that Markie’s 8th birthday is this weekend. We’re having a party for him Saturday at 2.”

“Saturday?” Bird scratches the back of her neck. “I might be working Saturday.”

Rachel sighs and rolls her eyes. “Brigid, you can’t isolate us forever. You haven’t seen Markie and Jenna since Christmas. They hardly know you.” It was all true. Rachel was pretty judgy at times, and she tended to think Bird’s life choices were not as good as her own. And Bird honestly couldn’t stand those kids. Rachel spoiled them to no end, and they were terribly behaved.

“I uhh… yeah. I’ll try and stop by. 2, right?” Rachel snatches up her purse and glares.

“Brigid, you’re my sister, but I really don’t understand you sometimes.” With that, Rachel storms off, heels clicking on the worn linoleum on the way out.

“Uggggh,” Bird groans, laying her head down on the admit desk.

“Bird, Honey, will you just tell her she’s a bitch already?” Chuny jokes. “Mark is rolling in his grave. Jen raising her was not good for that girl.”

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The tepid water in the women’s locker room at County felt delicious against Bird’s tired skin. The opening of the door and the blast of sluggish air that fills the room causes Bird to raise her head. A tall, blonde woman is standing in bloody scrubs. Bird recalls that a new trauma surgeon fellow came to County that day, and she assumes that must be her.

“Hey, it’s Greene, right?” the woman asks, beginning to strip.

“Uhh, yeah. Look, there’s only one shower. I’ll be out in 5.”

“You mind if I join you? I’m in a bit of a hurry. We’re both doctors, right? We know all there is to see.”

Bird is a little stunned. “I uhhh… ok.” This is awkward but honestly, saying no seems even more awkward, since it means more of the other woman standing half naked staring at her fully nude.

“Fuck yeah. Thank you!” she shucks her clothes, tossing them in the biohazard bin and steps in the water. “Your physique is glorious, by the way.”

“Umm…thank you.”

“Don’t suppose I could borrow some soap?” Bird wordlessly passes her a bottle of body wash, because she was not sharing her bar soap. “I’m Rhea, by the way.”

“Bird.” Trying to finish as quickly as possible, she vigorously scrubs her skin.

“Want me to wash your back?”

“No. Thanks. I’m done, actually. It’s all yours.” Bird packs away her things and wraps her towel around her before stepping out into the locker room area. Chuny gives her a wolfish smile.

“She’s hot, huh? The new trauma surgeon?”

“Not a word, Chuny,” Bird warns, making her way to her locker, just as a bare Rhea steps into the room.

“Whew, I feel better. Hell of a first shift, huh?” the blonde beams.

…

Bird plops down into the booth across from her mother, Dr. Elizabeth Corday. “Hi, Mum,” she greets.

“Hello, Darling. Rough day?”

“Just your typical day at County, ya know?” Elizabeth smiles.

“I remember. Are we still on for the gala tomorrow?”

“Shit. I forgot. Yeah. I’ll pick up a dress on my way home today.”

“Language, Brigid,” Elizabeth chides. “You need my card?”

“No, Mum, I have enough for a dress. Thank you.”

“I remember how much, or should I say, how little, County pays.”

Bird knew from a young age that she wanted to be a doctor. Her father had died when she was young, but she remembered him as a kind man, and she looked up to him. Elizabeth had stayed in Chicago for a few years before moving back to England, but that hadn’t lasted long, and she moved them to New York when Bird was 10.

Bird has always been the top of her class. She works the hardest. She proves herself the most. And she gives what ever she is doing everything she has. And she would like to think that her dad would be proud of her.

…

Bird steps out of her flat to wait by the curb for the car that her mother called to pick her up. She smooths her hands down her black dress and tousles her curls a little.

“Bird.” Comes the greeting from behind her. The accent is thick, and Bird closes her eyes and lets it wash over her. She knows who it is immediately.

“Luka,” she breathes.

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#er #elizabethcorday #markgreene #eremergencyroom #fanfiction #writing #ofc

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He’s coming to boop you

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I don't talk about my personal life on here a lot, but I've been going through a hard time. I was recently diagnosed with a brain tumor, and while it isn't cancer, it is still a scary thing to face, and the bills are piling up. There's a lot of doctors appointments right now, so I can't do a traditional 9-5. I work from home as a tutor online. I have 10+ years experience. I'm gonna attach a flyer below, even if you don't need the services yourself, it would really help me out if you could share. I will also post a pic of my current openings (they will be highlighted). Thank you in advance to any and all that help

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Conflicted

Rancher's Daughter pt. 3

Emmett smiles at Shiloh before speaking again, “Can I buy you a drink?”

“Oh, umm…”

“Shiloh, go ahead, Rick and I have a few things to discuss,” John orders, dismissing her. Shiloh frowns at her father, not pleased that he is dismissing her off with a stranger.

“Sure, thank you, Emmett,” she speaks cordially. Emmett offers his arm, and Shiloh slides her arm through it and allows him to lead her to the bar.

“What’ll it be, Shiloh?” His husky voice is deep and quiet, and pitched for only her to hear.

“Rum and coke, please.”

“One rum and coke and a whiskey, straight,” Emmett tells the bartender, passing over a black credit card.

After receiving their drinks, Emmett leads Shiloh over to a high top table. Shiloh glances around for her father, and finds him chatting with some older men across the room.

“So, tell me a little about yourself, Shiloh.”

“Not much to tell, I guess, I just work on our ranch,” Shiloh replies shrugging and taking a sip of her drink.

“Now, that’s not true. You’re also a hell of a barrel racer.”

“Oh, well, umm…thank you,” she feels herself blush slightly. Emmett smirks and brushes her cheek with his thumb.

“Yes, they really couldn’t have chosen a better little fiancé for me,” he speaks, bringing his own drink to his lips.

Shiloh, who was in the midst of taking another drink of hers, chokes. “Wh-what?”

Emmett pats her back gently. “Your father didn’t tell you?” At her blank look, he sighs and continues. “Our fathers have worked out a deal that will be beneficial to everyone. Don’t worry, I’ll treat you like a princess.”

“I’m sorry, but you’re insane. My father wouldn’t do this. And even if he did, he would have to know I wouldn’t agree to it.”

Emmett catches her chin with his thumb. “Then you will lose the ranch,” he says simply. Shiloh gulps.

“You’re lying.”

“Princess, one thing I promise you now, I will never lie to you.” Shiloh looks over at her father, who is giving her a hard stare. “Listen, you can talk to your daddy later. For now, we need to make our rounds. The more public this is, the better.” And lord help her, Shiloh can’t find the courage to ask why that is.

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That son of a bitch father of hers left her at the venue, forcing her to catch a ride with Emmett. He pulls his black Audi up in front of the house and parks, before coming around to open her door.

“Thank you for bringing me home,” she grits out, eager to go inside and tear her father a new asshole.

“No problem, Princess. I’ll see you soon. Your daddy gave me your number, so I’ll call you tomorrow, ok?”

“Sure.” She opens the door, closing it as he leans towards her, and she swears she hears him laugh as she locks it. Taking a deep breath, she kicks off her shoes, gathers every bit of oxygen in her body, and yells, “PAPA!”

She hears a mumble of “Shit.” from the other room, and she stomps in that direction. John, Beth, and Jamie are all in the kitchen having a glass of scotch.

“Would you like to explain to me what the hell is going on?!” she demands. John gives her a stern look, and it almost tamps down her tirade, but not quite.

“Well, I guess he told you then,” John sighs, leaning against the counter.

“I won’t do it.” Shiloh folds her arms over her chest defiantly.

“Yes, you will,” Beth says. Eyes blazing, Shiloh whips around to face her sister.

“You marry the motherfucker then! I’m sure one Dutton pussy is as good as any!” Beth smirks at her.

“Oh, no. They asked for you, especially.”

“What the fuck is happening around here?!”

“Shiloh,” John grabs her shoulders. “The ranch is in trouble. Big trouble. And the only way to keep it in Dutton hands is to take their help. This was the nuclear option, but I’ve ran through all the others.”

“But, the cattle…and…”

“The last few years herds have been bad, you know that. Shiloh, I’m just trying to keep our home, Honey.”

“UGGGGGH!” she growls, stomping out of the kitchen, out the backdoor, and across the backyard. Her bare feet take her to the one place that she feels like she can be heard.

The footfalls on his porch alert him to her presence, and Rip opens the door. “Shi…”

“Rip, I won’t do it!”

“You won’t do what, Darlin’? What’s goin on?”

“Rip, they want me to marry that…that…ugggh!”

“Shiloh, Baby, I need you to slow down. Come in.” He takes her hand and leads her inside, she plops down on a leather chair in his living area. “Now, what is happening?”

Shiloh takes a deep breath and steadies herself. “My father has sold me like a damn prize pig at the county fair.” Rip’s face hardens. “If I don’t marry this Emmett guy, we lose the ranch.”

“And John told you this?”

“No, he didn’t have the balls to tell me. Emmett did. But Papa confirmed it.” Rip sat across from her.

“We’ll find another way, Shi.”

“There isn’t one, Rip. I have to marry him. And that really, really sucks, because the only man I’ve ever even thought about marrying was you.” The silence is deafening, and Shiloh buries her face in her hands. “And now it’s wei…”

Rip pulls her to her feet, arm around her back, one hand cupping her face. His lips are fierce on hers. And oh. Oh. Holy shit. Rip Wheeler is kissing her. Kissing the hell out of her. Moaning, she wraps her arms around him, tangling her fingers in his hair. She tugs lightly, making him growl. He gropes behind her, finding the zipper of her dress without ever leaving her lips. He lifts her, dress open but still on, and walks to his bedroom, when he sets her on her feet, he finally pulls away from her lips. He slides the dress off, exposing her braless breasts, which he is immediately enamored with. Cuz he knew they’d be perfect. But then he freezes. There, under her right breast, pink raised lines, he’s all too familiar with. The Yellowstone brand sits on her beautiful body like a dark omen. He looks up at her, only to notice she had gone shy.

“Who?”

“Papa.” Rip clenches his jaw. He’s never hated John until his moment.

“Why?”

“I helped Kasey and Monica sneak off and get married. I wasn’t loyal to the family.” Rip breathes in through his nose, centering himself, and lifts her by her thighs, laying her gently on his bed, intent on showing her exactly how beautiful all of her is to him.

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dahliawolfe · 3 months

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I was minding my own goddamn business only to suddenly remember this scene exists

I don't know how to explain it, but it's addressing something so visceral in me.

Like. Did anyone ever expand on how Arthur literally didn't even blink before getting up to save Merlin from the onslaught he would have faced for his outrage? He just got up immediately and took Merlin away, held and handled his anger, and even gave him the respite (visiting Gaius) that he needed.

Wtf. Like boy no you're not supposed to be this fucking in sync with your manservant's reactions. But it's as if he predicted it even, because he saw in Merlin the exact same reaction he wanted to do, but had the tact not to because he grew up with boundaries. So he goes on to save his boy instead.

Sick of how much these two loved each other

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Before, I could only trust myself. Now, I can only trust you. DANA SCULLY and FOX MULDER | The X Files, Season 2

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Complex

Benefits pt. 2

Complex

Benefits pt 2

Fuck, he had forgotten. Sam had forgotten that Ridley didn’t wear bras. The only time she wore one was when she was working out. At all other times, she was braless. Which was hell on Sam in his teen years. Now, she was sitting across from him at a shitty greasy-spoon diner, head rested on her hand, sleepy eyes falling shut. And her nipples were standing out, tenting her worn black t-shirt slightly. Sam gulped. It was five days since…since Jess. And the group had been travelling non-stop. Ridley had stayed up with Sam every night. And Sam could see what it was doing to her. Dean slung a lazy arm over the back of the booth she was sitting in and leaned back.

“I say we get a room for the night and start fresh in the morning,” the eldest commented.

“I second that,” Sam replied. “What about you, Rid?”

“Hmm?” she hummed, looking up at him. She gave him a soft smile. “Yeah, sounds good to me.”

…

“Rid, Baby, wake up,” Dean whispered around 3 a.m. He had seen how tired she was. How emotionally strained she was from giving Sam everything she had. And he knew that she was headed for burnout. And he knew exactly what he could do to help her. She woke up with a slight jolt and gave him a sleepy smile.

“De?”

“Come with me, Baby.” He held his hand out to her. She took it and climbed out of the bed and padded barefoot after him. He opened the door as silently as possible and led her to the Impala. He opened the door and ushered her inside. He slid in after her, smiling wolfishly. “Daddy is going to make you feel good, Babygirl. You’ve been so good for me, and you deserve a reward.”

Ridely smiled up at him, placing her hands on his biceps. Dean tapped her hip, signaling her to lift up. She did, and he slid the black cotton panties down her hips, over her thighs, and off of her legs. Then Dean positioned himself, sliding his shoulders under her knees. He kissed his way from her navel down, placing a soft kiss on her clit. She mewled, her hips bucking slightly.

∞

Sam woke up with a start and reached for Ridley. Only, Ridley wasn’t there. His heart began to hammer wildly. No, not again! Not Ridley!

“Ridley!” he yelped, jumping from the bed to begin to scour the room, ripping the bathroom door open, spinning to facet the kitchenette. Her clothes lay next to the bed where she had left them the night before. Her bag, her phone, and her shoes were all still there. Where the hell was Ridley? They had taken her too.

∞

Ridley was almost there. Just on the cusp of a quiet, but powerful orgasm, when she heard Sam screech her name. “Fuck,” she hissed, reaching in tandem with Dean for her underwear. Between the two of them, they got them in place, and rushed out of the car, running for the room, Dean with a gun drawn. The door hadn’t closed all the way behind them, so Ridley could see inside. Sam was in the middle of the room, hands pulling at his hair in distress. She threw the door open and hurried in. “Sammy?!” she demanded. At the sound of her voice, Sam spun, snatched her off of the ground, and crushed her to his body. The air left her lungs in a woosh, and Ridley fought the panic that comes with being completely restricted. “Hey, it’s ok. What happened?” She rested her head in the crook of his neck as best she could.

“I…I couldn’t find you. Thought…thought they had…” he gulped, tightening his hand in the back of her head.

“Shit. I’m sorry, Sammy. Dean and I stepped outside. It was a nice night, and we couldn’t sleep, so we were sitting in the Impala talking. I’m ok.” The lie tasted bitter. But she couldn’t exactly tell the truth, could she?

Sam growled. “You were letting him fuck you again.” For a few seconds, everything went completely still.

“Sam…” Dean began.

Sam abruptly put Ridley on her feet. “No! I expected this kind of behavior from you, Dean, but Ridley, … I didn’t think you were a slut.” Her stomach dropped.

“Sammy! Don’t you ever say that!” Dean demanded, grabbing Sam by his collar and shaking him. “The hell is wrong with you?!”

“Dean, let him go,” Ridley urged, trying to keep it together.

All at once, at the sound of Ridley, his best friend, still defending him, despite his nasty words against her; Sam’s anger washed away, leaving him sick. How the fuck could he have said that? He didn’t mean it. This was Ridley. She was perfect. She wasn’t a… a slut. She was his best friend. The most beautiful girl in the world. Damn near his idol. “Rid, I…” he began, reaching out to her.

Ridley shook her head. “Sunrise is in a few hours. I’m going to sleep in Dean’s bed for the rest of the night and we can talk tomorrow after everybody has calmed down.” With that, she made her way into the bathroom, where she slid down, sitting against the door and sobbed silently.

…

The air in the car was intense the next morning. Dean pulled into a coffeehouse and killed the engine, sliding out of the car and holding the door open for Ridley, giving her a brittle smile. She squeezed his hand. Despite what Sam thought, she wasn’t ashamed of her relationship with Dean. And she refused to be. And if Sam had a problem with that, then he wouldn’t have to work on that himself. She had had a lot of time to think about everything as she lay awake waiting for the sun to rise, and she had come to the conclusion that she had been called a lot worse that a slut, and while it had never come from someone she loved, she had grown a pretty thick skin, so she would learn to cope.

…

Sam looked across the table at Ridley, who was doing her best to not look at him, and it broke his heart. He had crossed a line. He had been incredibly selfish, and he hated himself for it.

“Ridley, I… I want to say I’m sorry. Well, I’m sorry to you both, actually,” he said quietly.

Ridley looked up at him with tired eyes. “Sam, what you said was uncalled for. What Dean and I do, who we’re with, that’s our business. I love Dean. And I love you. And I’ve chosen to have this relationship with Dean for as long as he will have me. And I’m sorry, Sammy, but you’re going to have to get used to it.” Sam nodded.

“Sammy, what you said last night was probably the shittiest thing I’ve ever heard come out of your mouth. If nobody else did, I damn well raised you better than that. Ridley has laid her life on the line for you and hundreds of other people since she was old enough to carry a gun. And she deserves to be happy. And by some fucking miracle, I make her happy. And I won’t let anyone, even you, take that away from her.” Steeling himself and taking a deep breath, Dean turned to Ridley. “And Ridley, Baby, we ain’t fooling nobody. It’s been only you for me for a long time. I know we’re no strings, but Darlin’, I want those strings. I want all those strings. So can we quit fucking around? Can I call you my girl?”

Ridley smiled and leaned into Dean’s neck, resting her forehead there. “I’ve been your girl for a long time, Dean Winchester.”

Dean smirked and kissed her temple.

Sam gulped, feeling like he was intruding. “I want you both to be happy even if…” he cut himself off. His emotions were swarming him. And he didn’t want to give more away than he should.

“Even if what, Sammy?” Ridley asked, turning her head from the crook of Dean’s neck to look at the younger Winchester. Sam shook his head.

“Nothing. I just want you guys to be happy.” Dean’s eyes narrowed.

“Sammy, spill it.”

“It’s nothing. Just missing Jess, I guess,” he lied. Dean and Ridley read through his bullshit, both crossing their arms and looking at him with narrowed eyes.

“Sam, if there’s something you’re not telling us, it’s only going to fuck us over later.”

“She’s…”

“Fine! The thing is, I think I might be in love with you too!”

#writing #spnfandom #spn fanfiction #spn fanfic #spnforever #sam and dean #sam winchester #deanwinchester

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