#grey’s anatomy x male reader
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legend: ☆ angst | ♡ fluff | ⚣ smut / implied smut
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while i can and will write for shows i'm not familiar with, i primarily write for the male characters of criminal minds and grey’s anatomy.
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thank you all, and enjoy.
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⚠︎ — CRIMINAL MINDS.
#1 — aaron hotchner
i. nothing here... yet.
#2 — derek morgan
i. nothing here... yet.
#3 — spencer reid
i. nothing here... yet.
#4 — luke alvez
i. nothing here... yet.
#5 — william lamontagne jr.
i. nothing here... yet.
☤— GREY’S ANATOMY.
#1 — derek shepherd
i. nothing here... yet.
#2 — alex karev
i. nothing here... yet.
#3 — george o’malley
i. nothing here... yet.
#4 — mark sloan
i. nothing here... yet.
#5 — owen hunt
i. nothing here... yet.
#6 — jackson avery
i. nothing here... yet.
#7 — andrew deluca
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☆ — ANIME.
- THE DISASTROUS LIFE OF SAIKI K. (斉木楠雄のΨ難)
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- JUJUTSU KAISEN. (呪術廻戦)
i. nothing here... yet.
- MONTHLY GIRLS’ NOZAKI-KUN. (月刊少女野崎くん)
i. nothing here... yet.
- DEMON SLAYER. (鬼滅の刃)
i. nothing here... yet.
last updated on 8/7/23.
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Hi, can I request a Derek shepherd X male reader? I have an idea you can use, maybe Derek broke up with Meredith after being together for like two months, after one month he starts liking the reader (can the reader be the same level as him? Not an intern) and after one month of Derek trying he and the reader start dating and one day all the interns find them cuddling (can the reader be little spoon pls) and they are in shock and kinda confused
Im sorry if it's a bad idea, I just want a story with him
Sleep and Confusion
A/N: sooo. This person requested this over two years ago and I felt bad….this is once every blue moon lol
TW: Fluff and bad grammar :)
Set in Season 4 when Meredith and Derek Broke up
It has been a few months since I got the job as The New Chief of Cardiothoracic Surgery. You had a job as a Mass Gen as a regular attending, but the Chief of Surgery, Richard Webber, offered you the job and you decided to take the job right away. You liked Seattle even though the constant rain annoyed the hell out of you. Over time you manage to make a few friends. It's mostly the heads of the surgical department and a few residents like Bailey and Callie.
You just finished your shift and decided to hang out at Joe’s, when you got there you sat down at the bar at the far end. When you ordered your usual drink you turned to the left and saw Derek Shepherd, the head of neurosurgery, was drinking alone. You decided to have some small talk since you didn't know him that well. You knew of him, like how his nickname is McDreamy and he had a previous relationship with one of the 1st years.
You went over to sit next to him and asked,” Hey, how are you doing?”
He turned to look at you and was surprised I was talking to him. He answered, “You're doing well, yourself.”
You nodded in response. Joe gave you your drink and the two of you started to have some small talk. It was mostly regarding other interests, what's your favorite sports team, where you go to college, all that stuff.
Then you decided to ask something that would be a little awkward to answer.
“So… what's the deal with you and that one resident?” you asked. You notice that he and Meredith steal glances every chance they get.
He looked at you debating whether or not to answer, “We had a relationship when she was in the 1st year” He paused “We tried to work it out but unfortunately, we couldn’t.”
“Sorry about that, it must have been hard,” you said with sincerity.
He looked down at his drink and replied, “Yeah…..yeah it was, but I'm starting to move on.”
A part of you was relieved that he was getting over the heartbreak that he is experiencing but another part of you made you feel bad for the dude and wondered what you do to help.
Ever since that night at Joe’s, you and Derek’s friendship has grown even more. You guys talk whenever you have a break. It was a good friendship, a little brotherhood friendship. It was going great until your feelings towards Derek grew to the point where you started to grow romantic feelings. But you decided to act against it for two reasons. 1) you didn't know if he wasn't straight and 2) you were pretty sure he was still hung up with the 2-year resident. You decided to compress those feelings because you didn't want to mess up your newfound friendship with Derek.
Then one day you and Derek were both alone changing in the attending room after a very long day of back-to-back surgeries. He was leaning against the locker right to yours while you were just finished changing into your regular clothing. You were gonna ask if you wanted to head to Joe's to watch the game. But Derek beat you to the question but the difference was that he asked you something that completely shocked you.
“Go out with me tomorrow night,” Derek said so subtly.
You slammed the locker door hard and stared into his blue eyes. Your own eyes widened at the question. You normally don't judge a book by its cover, but you would have never thought he was into dudes
“ Are you playing a trick with me or is this some kind of joke?” you asked. You were very wary about the guys you dated because most of the guys you've dated were assholes or straight dudes trying to get a laugh at you.
Derek said quickly “I'm not!!!...it's just you for the past month you were by my side with a lot of you… and I really, REALLY, think we have a connection.”
As he said that his words started to slow down and started to seem more sincere. You ask him whether or not he was straight. You assumed he was Bi or Pan at least considering he had an ex-wife and his last relationship was Meredith. He explained that he’s bisexual and that he had two boyfriends before he started dating Addison.
You were still hesitant because your last relationship ended with your boyfriend cheating on you with his co-worker. He could tell by your facial expressions that you were very hesitant. He took your hand looked into your eyes and said this
“I promise I'm not gonna be like the other guy, if you want to take things slow that's fine, all that I'm asking for is one dinner, and that's it.”
You could tell that he was being genuine, again you were a little hesitant. But then again he wasn’t like the other dude. Derek is kind, smart, and charismatic, all of the great qualities in a man that you were into.
So you looked into his dreamy eyes and said, “Yes, I would love to.”
2 months later.
It was a long day In the OR and you wanted to lie down. You went to the call room to get some shut cause you didn't have the energy to drive. You took off your tennis shoes and laid down on the bottom bunk facing the wall. As you are about to shut your eyes you hear the door open and see a bright light illuminated on the wall.
You turned your back to whoever just opened the door and saw Derek who looked just as tired as you are. He shut the door behind him and walked over to you. He lay down next and put his arm around your body holding you in a firm grip never letting you go.
You murmured, “How was your craniotomy on that peds patient?”
Derek also replied with a murmur” It went great, how did your heart transplant go?”
Seconds passed by without a response. Next thing you know, Derek heard the gentle sound of your snoring. Chuckling quietly to himself, he leaned in and placed a tender kiss on your forehead. Gradually, he too began to drift off to sleep.
THIRD PERSON POV
An hour passed, and the door opened revealing Alex who needed some shut-eye from a surgery he just assisted on. As he was about to select a bed, he paused, noticing Shepherd cuddling with the new cardio attending. His eyes widened in suspicion, suspecting a romantic relationship between the two. Soon after, Lexi and a few other interns entered, their attention immediately drawn to the scene before them. While some were taken aback, Lexi found the sight incredibly endearing.
#grey's anatomy#greys anatomy x reader#derek shepherd#derek shepherd x reader#derek shepherd x male reader#derek shepherd x male!reader#grey's anatomy x male!reader#x male reader#x male!reader
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LINK FROM GREY'S ANATOMY SMUT PLEASE
Warnings: gay sex, top link, bottom reader, oral, ass eating, missionary position, and sorta 69.
Summary: you and link finally have a day off together and decide to spend it the best you both know how.
“Hey Link I’m gonna head out when dose your shift end” you poked your head into a hallway asking your husband since it was midnight and your shift had just ended in Grey’s Sloan for the night as for you both did not work tomorrow.
“Hey yeah I just need to go check up on one last patient and where good to go home” link said to you giving a response to your question. Okay I’ll wait out in the car” you told link as he kissed you in acknowledgment as he walked away to the patient and you to your car.
“Hey open up” link said as he knocked on the car window waking you up since you had drifted off to sleep. “Sorry I’m just really tired” “yeah me to let’s get home and sleep”
As you where now both at your house both already showered and laying next to each other in bed talking about how both your days were.
*Timeskip
It was now morning as you and link had fell asleep in between each others arms now as you felt eyes on you. “What you looking at Dr. Lincoln” “just looking at my husband Dr. ( your last name)” link said in response for looking at you sleep as you both continue to lay with one another.
“Well I mean we have the day off and the kids are with Amelia so we have to whole house to enjoy ourselves” you said to link as you got on top of him.
“Mm you know your right babe” link said as he got a hold of your waist as you started to rock your ass on his bulge that you could feel start to grow underneath you.
“Mm your already hard Dr. Lincoln” you said in a teasing tone “well look what you do to me babe” he said as reached under you and pulled off his underwear to show off his rock hard 10 inch cock.
As you reached to grabbed ahold of his manhood “I guess you could use a hand down here right baby” you said “no I’m good but I could use your mouth babe” he said to you as you obeyed laying down on in between his legs as you kissed his tip and started to suck on it.
“Mm babe please don’t be a tease” he moaned as you started to put in the rest of his cock in your mouth grabbing a hold the rest of the inches you still couldn’t fit in. “Mm your really good at that babe” link softly moaned out as he reached under your chin to pull you off.
“What, what happened” you said to link looking to his eyes. “Nothing your great I just really need to eat your ass out” he said smirking as he formed circles with his finger mean for you to turn around.
As you know removed your underwear and had your ass up to his face and your face facing his cock as you got ahold of it once again and begun to suck it as he begun to stretch your hole with his hands leaving your hole wide in display for him as you then felt his tongue work on your ass.
“Mm-agh” you gagged on his cock and your spit as he continued yo eat you out. “Oh babe your ass is truly amazing” he praised you as he dived his tongue back to work on opening your ass for his member.
“Oh fuck I’ma cum babe” he said as he pulled one of his legs on top of your head pushing all of his cock into your throat causing you to gag on his cock as you felt pulsing cock start to leak cum inside your throat as you swallowed it all and sucked him dry after.
As he continued to eat you out now starting to push in some of his fingers causing you to moan out load as he begin to really stretch you out now as he now had three of his long fingers in you.
“Oh baby please I need you inside me” you pleaded to link as he pulled out his fingers and giving you a tap to your ass. “Come on baby lay on your back” he said as you once again obeyed him as he reached for the lube and a condom from in his night stand as you reached out for his hand.
“Don’t I wanna feel you” you said to him “M/n as hot as that is” “ I trust you” you said to him reassuring him as he put the condom aside and squeezed out lube on his finger tips and coated his length with it and a bit on your entrance as you shivered because of the cool liquid.
As he now kneed into the bed as he patted your legs smirking as you lifted your legs up. “Come on in Dr. Lincoln” you said as he begun to stroke himself a bit as you felt his tip start to enter your hole.
“Oh fuuuck” you moaned out as he pushed in now all of himself into you. “ Ah-mm I forget how tight and warm you are around me babe” he said as he gave you time to adjust to his size.
“You can move now and- um link don’t hold back” you breathed out to him as he begun to rock his hips in and out of you in a slow and teasing pace with a teasing grin on his smug face as he started a faster pace.
As he reached down to touch stroke your aching and pulsing dick causing you to moan even more. “Oh shit babe you make the most beautiful sounds for me and you take my cock so well” he breathed heavily as he rocked his hips faster.
“Oh fuuuucck I’m gonna cum link” you moaned out as he stroked your dick faster “Me to Oh cum for me M/n” he said as you exploded all over his hand and your chest and he cummed inside your ass painting your insides white as he fucked you through both your highs.
“Oh fuck that was good can we go again” link said as he continued to be inside you now feeling his own cum soiling inside you. “Oh wouldn’t want to throw that away” he said as he pulled out and shoved it back inside as you felt him hard again.
“Really your hard again” you sighed heavily “yeah and looks like you are to” he said as you looked down to find your self with a hard on again “Yeah okay round two” you said as you pulled him down locking your lips on to his as you both now had almost the whole day fucking in bed only to get up and eat and continuing again after till the night.
#gay smut#gay#lucerothings1#atticus lincoln#greys anatomy#greys anatomy x male reader#link x male reader#Atticus Lincoln x male reader
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Smut ABC’s with Mark Sloan? From A-Z if you could !
Mark Sloan's ABCs In Smut
Summary:
Time to learn Mark Sloan's ABCs in Smut because that's what we're here for and I know a lot of you love this man.
Pairings:
Mark Sloan x Male!Reader
Tags:
Smut (What Else Would You Expect For This One)
Words: 1346
Author's Note:
I will try, there's a first time for everything, so I suppose today's the day I write my first NSFW Alphabet. Ngl, I had to google a couple things specifically on how to describe because you gotta do what you gotta do.
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
It might not seem like it, but Mark is pretty attentive, you want a warm bath? Done. You want massages? Done. You ask, he delivers; for him, it’s all about making sure you’re doing alright; he insists on cleaning up any mess; if he left any marks or bruises, he’ll apologize for that with a smile on his face.
Mark can either be gentle or rough; regardless of which it is, he’ll put in the same amount of aftercare.
B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of their partners)
Mark loves your neck and thighs. The neck he likes because he loves leaving hickeys and lovebites there; he also really likes lightly holding your neck as he fucks you. Mark also likes putting his face there in general. He likes your thighs for similar reasons, even more so when he can grip them really tight and watch you bounce on his dick. When he’s not doing that, he’s biting down on the skin there and leaving marks leading down - he also likes getting his face mushed between there.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)
It’s pretty thick, and Mark likes to fill you up with it. He’s also in favor of making you cum until you can’t, and there’s just cum everywhere.
D = Dirty Secret
We all know this man has a sir kink or some kind of dom kink; he doesn’t even deny it; he knows it, you know it. He likes how it sounds, especially when you moan or beg; pair that with his possible exhibitionist kink, and you’ve got quite the combination.
E = Experience (How experienced are they?)
Mark has that certain, how you say, je ne sais cock - he’s very experienced (obviously), his previous sexual encounters have taught him a lot - what does and doesn’t work - he’s also quick about learning your kinks, preferences, etc.
F = Favourite Position
Cowgirl position - as I said, Mark likes watching your face while you bounce up and down his dick; it low key turns him on; he also likes the expressions you make when he thrusts up into you when you least expect it. He also likes to lay back and just watch you get to work, it gives him the chance to get a hand on your thighs and ass, and in some cases, he’ll take your dick in his hand and jack you off.
Side by Side - If the previous position is any indication, Mark likes to watch you unravel; the closer, the better; he generally goes slow in this position, with slow thrusts and long kisses.
Missionary - Generally, in this position, he’s growling in your ear, hands gripping yours above your head, rough sex all around.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)
Sometimes, before sex, if it’s a holiday or special event, he’ll dress up sexually - like if it’s Christmas, he’ll have a Santa themed thong, reindeer horns, mistletoe between his teeth and ask if you’ve been naughty or nice - he’ll lay himself out on the bed or trap you by the door, arms caging you in as you try really hard not to laugh.
H = Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
He keeps it well-trimmed, mostly short.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)
He’s pretty romantic and intimate; if you’re struggling to take him in or taking long to adjust, he’ll whisper reassurances that you’re doing well and rub his hands on your back - if possible in the current position - until you tell him to carry on. He praises you a lot and keeps you close so he can see your reactions.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
He’s not opposed to jacking off every once in a while.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Praise Kink - Giving and receiving, he’ll give it verbally and physically, using nicknames like ‘good boy’ or ‘sweetheart’ when praising you, usually when you’re taking his cock - oral or anal - he’ll also do it after sex. Physically, he’ll rub circles along your skin during and after sex.
Cockwarming - It’s a more recent kink, a recent and very welcome one; he doesn’t necessarily grab a handful of your hair; he more so pats you on the head and tells you to keep still if he’s using the other end, he has your head in his neck so he can hear your whimpers up close.
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
He has a lot of favorite places, but the top of his list would probably be your bed; it’s comfortable; however, he isn’t opposed to other places - hospital broom closets, empty patient rooms, the back of his car, and at one point, the chief’s office (you’re still quite not sure how you didn’t get caught).
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
You exist, like no joke, you breathe, and Mark is like ‘smash.’ Although, he does particularly love it when you borrow his clothes.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)
Mark’s not big on insults; he refers to you with sweet words, and they don’t do much for him.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He loves both but loves receiving more, especially when he’s in the middle of paperwork or something mundane; he doesn’t mind giving either; he’s also happy with giving; like said before, he loves your thighs squeezing his head.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
He loves going slow and drawing it out because of the close intimacy involved when the pace is slow - holding you close, spreading your ass, you know, all the good stuff.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
He’s always down for a quickie.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
Mark likes to take risks
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)
Mark can go for a while, in terms of rounds, he sticks to how much you can go with.
T=Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
Personally, he doesn’t own any toys, but if you do or want to include any, he’s cool with it.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Mark’s developed a habit of teasing you at every chance he can; he especially loves teasing you in public, just to see how far he can go before you snap. In the privacy of your bedroom, he’ll do the same but twice as long because there’s all the time in the world.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
Mark is surprisingly not that loud -yes, he’ll growl, grunt, etc.- but 90% of the time, he’s quiet, preferring to listen to your sounds as he pleases you. The 10% of the time when he does make a sound, it’s usually dirty talk, and does he have quite the vocabulary.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
He has a lot of soft sweaters and hoodies; I don’t make the rules, his wardrobe is just 99% of this, they’re all really soft, you should know, you steal them a lot.
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture, or words)
Hung, I did the math and research alright; he’s hung. He likes having it between your ass when he’s hard; other times, he lives you between his legs with his dick down your throat.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
He has a pretty high sex drive, and a lot of the time, it arises at very inopportune moments.
Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)
Mark takes a while to fall asleep; he talks to you while you doze off and carries on after you’ve fallen asleep, kissing your forehead as often as he can before he too dozes off.
End Note:
I've never written a smut alphabet before, so I hope this wasn't too shit. Stay Hydrated.
#mark sloan x male reader#mark sloan x reader#grey's anatomy imagine#le smutty#mark sloan smut headcanons
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The Experiment ~ Mark Sloan x Male Reader
An old memory comes back to 'haunt' Dr Sloan
He didn't expect to ever see you again
But there you were... Walking into Seattle Grace and talking to Chief Webber
"Mark! Are you even listening to me?" Derek snaps his fingers at his friend, but that didn't break Mark's stare
He watched you attentively as you walked towards him and Derek with the Chief
"Shepherd, Sloan this is Dr (L/n). Make sure you get on his good side as he is now our new ENT Attending" The chief introduces you
"Derek Shepherd" he says, shaking your hand and giving you a smile
"(Y/n) (L/n), pleasure to meet you~" you say, smiling with a warm tone in your voice
A silence fell as Mark failed to introduce himself, still just looking at you
"Sloan!" The chief says, nudging the attractive male out of his trance
"This is Mar-" Derek starts but you cut him off quickly
"Mark Sloan, I know~ We went to med school together" you say with a chuckle and gesture to Richard that you two should go finish up paper work
However you make sure to give a small wink to Mark as you walk past
And that man's eyes couldn't come off of you as you walked away
"Whats wrong with you, Mark? Cat got your tongue? And how come you never told me about (Y/n)?"
"Cause I barely knew him. I have a surgery to get to." The muscular man says and leaves his friend in the hallway
The truth was that not only were you and Sloan in Med school together, but you two also experimented together
For a while as well...
And no matter how good it was for the both of you, Mark didn't like to admit that he liked it - or at least he didn't back then, when Callie came out he tried to comfort her by saying "Hey! I kinda like guys too??"
"Dr Sloan! Perfect timing, I was just introducing Dr (L/n) to your patient" Yang explained, as she was his resident on the case which you now joined
"Dr (L/n)?" Sloan question
"Yes Dr Sloan, you are reconstructing this young woman her ears, so I will be needed for this surgery" you say with a smile and return to the patient
During the whole explanation to the patient, Mark looked at you and thousands of thoughts rushed through his head
Why are you here?
How have you been?
Does he still have feelings for you?
Was that the reason he stopped hooking up with you?
Why does he have a boner?
Oh no he has a boner.
And so on, so forth
"Dr Sloan, a quick word please?" You ask
The two of you walk out into the hall as Christna answers any questions the patient has
"Listen, I know I'm incredibly attractive and you want to profess your undying love to me, Mark - however we are both at work so please keep your eyes off of my face and ass? Could you do that for me?" You ask tearfully and giggle at the man's slow nod
"Sure, but we need to talk later" Sloan mumbles
"Talk? About what? I remeber you were the one that stormed out of my apartment half naked shouting "I'm not a homo"?" You say with a cold face, leaving the plastic surgeon slightly speechless
At lunch you are the most popular attending, like a steak of meat thrown to hungry lions, everyone wanted to get to know you, befriend you or bed you
"So why become an ENT?" Arizona asks
"More importantly are you single?" Another attending asks
"Leave the man alone, where did you study?" Asks Bailey
Sloan was left standing with an apple in his hand as the table was crowded with attendings and residents, especially ones with interests in your specialty
"Oh! Mark!" Dr Torez calls the man-slag over, making the smile on your face fade for a second
"Excuse me, I just need to go check on a patient" you say, getting uo from the table and walking off
But, Sloan followed you
And the next thing you know you're in a supply closet with your ex hook-up/fuck buddy/boyfriend/whatever
"What the hell, Mark??" You kinda shout, your hand rubbing your head as you knocked into a shelf
"Just give me 5 minuets to explain myself, (Y/n)! Please" Mark begs, his tall figure looming above you as his chest presses against yours
"Fine, but that's all you get" you say with a pissed off look
And so he started
Mark explained how he was ashamed of himself
How he didn't really want to break things off
How he was wholly in the wrong
And how he still has feeling for you
By the end of it, the tall man had a tear in his eye and a thin blush on his face, and you felt so bad for him and guilty for being a bitch to him earlier
"Mark... I'm sorry" you say, hugging him
"No, I'm sorry (Y/n)"
"Turn a new leaf?" You say with that warm smile that Mark fell for back in college
"Sure, sweetcheeks" Mark responds with the nickname he used to call you
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There won't be a part 2 sorry guys but I had to cheap out of D+ so Grey's anatomy is NOT on my mind
#gay#male reader#fanfic#fluff#greys anatomy#mark sloan#greys anatomy x reader#greys anatomy x male reader#x male reader#cute gay
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Being With Jackson Avery Would Include...
Request - hey hi hello<3
I was wondering if you write for Jackson Avery (from gray's) with a male reader
|| it's okay if u don't feel free to ignore but if you do 👀 could I please order one of those with head cannons about them together (v fluffy)
if u can thank you<3 if you can't no worries<3
— 🥞☕ breakfast anon
Spoilers for the show (kinda), And I know this wasn’t a before and after starting dating request but I thought it would be cute to add a little more
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!Before Dating)
- You two met through the merge of Seattle Grace and Mercy West and for a long ass time he didn’t like you, and you didn’t like him
- You were forced to talk to each other when you were stuck on a service together
- It was a lot of back and forth and passive-aggressive comments and shouting by an attending for you to give in and talk to Jackson without making a rude comment
- He in turn didn’t call you names or try to make himself seem smarter than you
- From then on, while you guys weren’t bff’s when given the chance you two would share small talk in elevator rides or walking out to the parking lot
- Over the months of getting to know him and the Mercy West people you two slowly did become best friends or as Mark Sloan likes to put it “best bros” and constantly comparing the two of you to him and Derek
- Without the fact that one of you has a massive crush on the other (it’s Jackson)
- He’s the one who confesses
- In the parking lot after a long day of back-to-back surgeries and being stuck with you every step of the way
- It’s messy and jumbled and so not normal for Jackson, but that’s what made it so much better
!Dating!
- For a long while, you two keep your relationship quiet even though you both know there won’t be a problem with you two being together given everyone supporting Arizona and Callie it was just the idea of you two getting out there, and then Jackson being top news for being an Avery and having a gay lover
- The first person to know was Lexie who came running into Jackson’s room to rant to him and found the two of you making out on his bed
- Safe to say she’s your number-one supporter
- Then it kinda goes from there on telling people, most people found you guys before you told said people and others heard from gossip before you told them
- But once it was out that you two were together, absolutely nothing changed which is what you were grateful for, except for Callie and Arizona wanting to go on double dates as a gay flex to the public
- The two of you are “so cute it hurts,” as Mark mocked when he found the two of you holding hands while walking down a hallway
- While PDA wasn’t something that the two of you do often when around the hospital, outside of the hospital, it wasn’t normal to find the two of you apart
- At big events, the two of you match your suits and your ties and steal the show every time.
- His mom adores you like every time this woman shows up, it’s all “where’s my son-in-law” or “there’s my second favorite guy,” and she smothers the Hell out of you every chance she gets
- Every chance this man gets, he’s expressing how much he loves you with little whispers or a quick peck on the cheek, you name it
- You two are probably everyone’s favourite couple
- So, in summary, you went from enemies to friends to lovers with the “gorgeous” Jackson Avery
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Secondo x reader because I need a good ol hug from a father figure. Definitely totally not inspired by @copiasjuicebox papa bear headcanons
Secondo finding you having a meltdown in the furthest part of the library. Seeing you sob next to manuscripts older than him and maybe some of the younger ghouls, made his heart break. And before you can explain it away he gets ok his knees and wipes away your tears and pulls you into him. You don't even process him picking you up and taking you out of the library until you're halfway through the halls outside, all while he hums his album to you.
At some point you make it to his room, and he puts you down in his bed. Slowly brushing through your hair as he pulls away to look at you, reassuringly he tells you it's ok and asks if you wanna stay with him. You give a quiet nod and he gives you some clothes of his he's set aside. And after you change out of the clothes you just cried in, after all the crying and the feeling you are just so tired. And Secondo is there to hold you.
He holds you, he helps you into his bed as you curl into him. The soft reassurance that he will keep you safe and that even when you fall he will be there and that he will protect you. That he is your protector and that he loves you.
#the band ghost#ghost#ghost bc#ghost band#papa emeritus ii#papa ii#papa emeritus#papa emeritus secondo#secondo x reader#secondo emeritus#papa secondo#secondo#secondo x male reader#secondo x gender neutral reader#secondo x female reader#i love secondo#bone daddy#hehehhe#watching greys anatomy amd god this is the hot goss i love#hehehe
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Mark Sloan x male reader
Summary: While Y/N was at home cooking he got hurt and had to go to the hospital to get treated. Mark wasn't very happy to see his husband at the hospital, without telling him.
Warnings: injury to hand while cutting vegetables, mention of blood and stitches, fluff
“Aaah fuck me!” Y/N cursed while looking at his bleeding palm. “Why now and why today of all days?!” He ranted, but still simultaneously taking a kitchen towel and wrapping his hand with it. Thankfully he and his husband Mark, lived close to the hospital, so he just decided to walk into the emergency room.
After 5 minutes, Y/N was at the hospital and getting signed in. He got help rather quickly from April Kepner, who noticed Y/N sitting in the waiting area. “Hey Y/N! What are you doing here? Are you here to see Mark?” Y/N looked up at the familiar voice. “Oh hey April. No I`m not here to see Mark. I´m here because I cut myself pretty badly while cutting an avocado and the knife cut my palm.” Y/N explained while taking the blood soaked kitchen towel off of his hand and showing it to April. “Oh that`s really bad, we need to take a look at that immediately. I also should page Mark.” April ushered Y/N up and into the emergency room, to get him on a bed, so they could take care of his hand. “No please don´t bother Mark with this. You can page Dr. Avery instead if he`s available.” April was unsure on if to page Dr. Sloan, but decided against it. “Fine, I´ll only page Jackson for you.”
After about 5 minutes of April cleaning the blood off of Y/N, Dr. Avery arrived. “Hello Y/N nice to see you. What happened to you?” Jackson sat down next to you on a chair. “Well... I was trying to make some dinner for me and Mark, when I was trying to cut open an avocado and take the seed out, I cut myself on the palm. Not fun.” Y/N explained slightly nervously, while Jackson was inspecting his hand. He just hoped that Mark wouldn´t come into the ER, because Y/N knows how much he worries about him.
“Well, fortunately it does look like you only cut through a few layers of skin in your hand, so you won't need surgery to fix it, just stitches."
Right at the end of Dr. Avery telling Y/N the bad news, Mark came into the ER and saw his husband getting treated by Dr. Avery. “Y/N what are you doing here and Kepner why didn´t you page me immediately when my husband got here?” Y/N looked at Mark with an apologetic look on his face. He sighed and told him how he didn´t want to tell him, because he would worry too much and that he didn´t want to bother him with something small, because Dr. Avery could handle it.
Mark sighed and moved Jackson out of his way, so he could tend to Y/N's hand. “What did I tell you when we first got together? That if anything happens to you, no matter how small, you call me and I´ll help you. And baby please be careful next time when cutting avocados.”
Time skip
After Y/N had gotten his hand stitched and wrapped in gauze, he and Mark decided to have lunch at the hospital cafeteria, because Mark wasn´t gonna let his husband go home without him.
They got their preferred meals and sat down together, opposite each other. “So, how has your day been before I came and interrupted your work?”
"Nothing that exciting, just stitched up some facial cuts and I also did a breast augmentation, so pretty routine stuff." Mark shrugged and took a bite of his burger. He felt eyes on the side of his face, so he turned to look and saw a group of interns staring at him and his husband, while whispering about them. "What?! Can't a man have lunch with his husband in peace without being stared at?!" The interns immediately got up from their seats and left the cafeteria in a hurry. "Mark, stop it!" Y/N lightly smacked Mark on his arm, while grinning from ear to ear. "Maybe they were just admiring your beautiful husband and how you could ever get someone as handsome as me." Mark looked at his husband, with his mouth agape, while Y/N was hiding his laugh behind his hand. "I mean... That is true tho." Mark smirked and winked at his husband, making him plush.
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Author's note
I might make a second part to this
#mark sloan x male reader#greys anatomy#x male reader#gay#tv show#mark sloan#bisexual#grey's anatomy#fanfic#fanfiction#eric dane
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Welcome back, to my tavern!
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Masterlist!
My name is Charlie! And this is my tavern!
Requests are open!!
Go check out my girl! @nerdysleepybunny <3
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Things I will write for:
Anything Pride/LGBTQIA+! (you are valid! <3)
Gender neutral reader!
Male reader!
Non binary reader!
And male aligned readers!
(I will write female readers for my friends and friends only. Sorry for the inconvenience)
Poly relationships! Between reader and characters.
Platonic relationships!
And Child!reader and Parent!character!
I will also write for my age regression community!
Ships are welcome as well!
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Things I will not write for:
NSFW! I'm a minor! I have a lot of age regression moots, and most of them are not comfortable with NSFW. So, you will not find smut on my blog at all.
Anxiety, depression, etc. These can be triggering topics to some people, and I want this to be a safe spot.
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Fandoms: TV shows and Movies
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Hasbin Hotel:
Angel Dust
Husker
Charlie
Vaggie
Nifty
Alastor
Lucifier
Ships:
Husker x Angel Dust
Alastor x Lucifer
Vaggie x Charlie
Okay with x reader:
Husker x Angel Dust x Reader
Alastor x Lucifer x reader
Vaggie x Charlie x reader
The Lord of the Rings:
Gimli
Legolas
Aragorn
Gandalf (platonic only!)
Frodo
Sam
Mary
Pippin
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The Walking Dead:
Glen
Maggie
Negan
Abraham
Carl
Rick
Beth
Lori
Carol
Daryl
Eugene
Dale (platonic only!)
Tdog
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Supernatural:
Dean
Sam
Cas
Crowley
Rowena
Lucifer
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Marvel:
Bucky
Sam
Steve
Stephen
Rhody
Tony
Pepper
Groot (platonic only!)
Rocket (platonic only!)
Gamora
Nebula
Drax
Mantix (platonic only!)
Quil
Thor
Loki
Peter
Ned
Wong
MJ
Natasha
Bruce/Hulk
Scott
(If there are any more, let me know! I'll write for just about anyone from the MCU!)
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Kids shows:
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Octonaunts:
Barnacles
Peso
Kwazii
Shellington
Dashi
Tweak
Inkling (platonic only!)
Vegimals (platonic only!)
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Ninjago:
Cole
Kai
Jay
Zane
Nya
Lloyd
Wu (platonic only!)
Garmadon
Zora
Wyldfire
Arin
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Sing 1-2:
Johnny
Mena
Rosita (platonic only!)
Gunther
Ash
Mrs. Crawley (platonic only!)
Buster
Suki
Clay
Krystal
Porsha
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Anime:
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Naruto:
Choji
Naruto
Sasuke
Sakura
Shikamaru
Ino
Tenten
Neji
Lee
Kakashi
Guy
Asuma
Jiraiya
Tsunade
Orichimaru
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Demonslayer:
Tanjiro
Inosuke
Zenitsu
Genya
Rengoku
Tengen
All tengens wifes
Shinobu
Sanemi
Gyomei
Mitsuri
Obanai
Giyuu
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My Hero Academia:
All of class 1-A
The big three
Shinso
Wild, wild pussycats
Dabi
Shigaraki
Staib
Lady Nagant
Toga
Overhaul
Gentle criminal (platonic only!)
Twice
Mr. Compress
Mei
Aizawa
Nezu (platonic only!)
Fatgum
Endeavor
Present Mike
Midnight
All Might
Hawks
Snipe
Recovery girl (platonic only!)
Mt. Lady
Vlad King
Edgeshot
Best jeanist
Ms. Joke
Mirko
Kamui Woods
Ryukyu
Gang orca
Inasa
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Beastars:
Riz
Legoshi
Jack
Haru
Pina
Louis
Juno
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Novels:
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Heartstopper: platonic only!
Charlie
Nick
Imogen
Aled
Sahar
Darcy
Tara
Issac
Tao
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Thank you for reading! Safe journeys, travelers!
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Operation (Leah Williamson x Reader)
This is definitely a result of too much Grey's anatomy but I was told that I need to let some of the ideas out of my noggin so here you go? (I think). Also I could be persuaded into this becoming a series...
Your pager going off interrupted the scrolling of TikTok you were doing while enjoying your morning coffee, after rounding on your patients. You glanced at the screen and noticed it was a 911 to the ER for an incoming Trauma. Kicking yourself into gear you moved and started to make your way down, the whole time kicking yourself for jinxing your pager since you were hoping to catch the Arsenal vs. Manchester United Game at the Emirates on TV during your shift.
Knowing that wasn’t going to happen as you walked into the ER and it was organised chaos. You walked towards the head of the ER and asked “what happened?”
He turns to you and says “A car jumped a curb at the Emirates stadium before the game, ran into a few pedestrians including an 8 year old and her dad. We have the driver, a 43 year old male, and the two victims on route now.”
“damn it, how bad?” you ask him as you move to pull your hair back, and put on a trauma gown and gloves.
“the dad, is in critical condition, they say he was able to get the girl out of the way but she sustained injuries when he shoved her out of the way.” He says as you walk with him to the ambulance bay waiting for the incoming ambulances.
As you wait for the ambulance you listen to the other doctors conferring over what they think the driver was on, but you take the second to glance at your phone and double check the texts with your fiancé. They state that she was there an hour prior to this happening, and knowing the teams timing you knew she was on the field for warm up.
When they finally pull up you wait to find out what one your patient is in. Once you know where the child is you step up and move beside her gurney listening as the paramedics rattle off her name and vitals. She meets your eyes and you can see how scared she is and you say to her softly “Hi Kenzie, I’m Dr. Y/L/N, and I am going to be taking care of you.”
She’s shaking as she asks “where’s my dad?”
“Sweetie, he’s being taken care of by some of my very good friends, You and I are going to get you checked out so you can be ready for him okay?” you tell her as you move your hand to tuck a loose piece of her hair behind her ear checking her pupils as you do this.
When she nods, you move to grasp her hand as you gesture for the team to get her gurney moving. You had waited so they could get her father inside so she wouldn’t have to see him too injured. Once you get her into a room and transferred onto a gurney you start your exam on her.
She’s stays silent as you explain what you are doing, you tell her that you specialise in helping kids who have been injured or sick, and when you press on her belly and he’s hisses and pulls away in pain you know she may have some internal injuries.
Once you determine she’s stable and waiting for scans you go to move away from her but she grabs your hand and says “don’t go.”
You turn and squeeze her hand back and says “i am just going to check on your dad and then I will be right back, I promise.”
She shakes her head and holds up her other hand, leaving her pinky up as she asks softly “pinky promise?”
You smile at her and wrap your pinky around hers and say “I pinky promise sweetie.”
She lets go of both of your hands and you move outside the door, watching as your favourite ER nurse immediately steps in and starts talking to the patient, keeping her distracted, you walk out of the room and the last thing you hear is them talking about the arsenal team. You smile to yourself knowing that she will be okay for a few minutes.
You take the time to order scans for her, and check on her dad, you also manage to talk to someone from social services who is looking for her next of kin, but they are having no luck since her fathers License is from Ireland, you know it will take some time for anyone to get over here.
Walking back into her room you smile at her and say “Hi Kenzie, I am going to take you upstairs now.”
She meets your eyes and asks “how is my dad?”
Moving back towards her you sit down on the edge the bed by her legs and say “he’s been taken into surgery, by those friends of mine. He’s getting the best care possible and they will do everything they can to help him.”
She starts to cry and you move to grasp her hand and she says “I want my daddy.”
It breaks your heart and you move closer and pull her into a hug softly whispering “it’s okay sweetie, let it out.”
After a few moments of letting her cry she’s sniffles and pulls back and says “I’m okay, I can be a big girl.”
You smile and wipe under her eyes and you say “you are strong sweetie, now lets go get some scans of your belly and then we can get you fixed up to be ready for your dad okay?” She nods and you gesture to the nurse to get her ready for transport upstairs for scans then into the paediatric floor.
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Less than an hour later, you walk into her room on your floor. You were one of the attending surgeons on the paediatric floor. “Hi sweetie” you tell her as you walk into the room when she turns and smiles softly at you, you continue “They called your grandma, and she should be here tomorrow.”
“Grandma is old and cant move fast” she chuckles at you.
“Well she does have to fly over her, like you and your dad did sweetie. Why were you over here?” you as her as you fiddle with her IV.
She gasps and says “the game! I missed the game.”
“The arsenal one? Were you guys over here to watch it?” you ask her.
“It was my first game, daddy saved up and finally was able to bring me over to watch my favourite team play. Did I miss it? Can I still go watch?” she asks you with wide eyes pleading.
You sit beside her hip on her bed and say softly “sweetie, your scans came back and I need to go in and fix your belly, we are going to do it now.”
“So i wont get to see the game?” she pouts.
You smile sadly and hold up your pinky and ask “I pinky promise when we’re done, I will come and watch the full game with you right here.”
She smiles and wraps her pinky around yours and says “deal.”
Before you can say anything more the surgical team walks in and you know its time to go, You turn to her and say “We’re going to take you in and put you to sleep and when you wake up we will get to watch Arsenal kick butt okay?”
She nods and says “okay.”
You follow the surgical team push her towards the OR, you help them transfer Kenzie over and you stay with her until she’s out. You move into the scrub room and pull out your phone, texting Leah like you did before every surgery, and told her that you would be in the OR and will update when you are done.
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Almost 6 hours later you were sat beside Kenzie’s bedside, it was dark and quiet and you were not expecting her to be awake anytime soon but you wanted to be here when she did. It had started to get late and when your phone buzzed you knew it would be Leah. You saw it was and you turned and looked out into the quiet hallway and decided to take the phone call there.
You had been with Leah for almost 5 years, and it was the best 5 years of your life. You had been still a resident and Leah was gaining popularity and you both decided that you wanted to keep your relationship quieter. Leah was worried that some of her more enthusiastic fans would attempt to contact you through the hospital and she wanted to make sure that you were safe.
It was sweet and when the opportunity came up to be an attending at this hospital in the middle of London you jumped at the chance to be close to your fiancé. You had been at this hospital for 6 weeks and as far as you knew, no one was the wiser to if you were single or in a relationship. Which is why you would make sure no one was around before you answered a phone call from her.
“Hi babe” you greeted her when you picked up the phone call.
“Hi love, are you still working?” she asks with a chuckle.
“I am, I’m gonna stay here tonight actually.” you tell her with a soft smile, eyes on the sleeping form of Kenzie in front of you.
You can hear her moving and she says “Are you going to be in surgery all night?”
“no actually, this patient came in and I operated on her” you tell her softly. “She’s 8 and was here with her dad to watch your game, but she was hit by a car on the way to the stadium.”
“Oh, love, is she okay?” she asks softly. Your heart grows three times the size as she just immediately understands why you need to be here and why you cannot leave her.
You pause on answering when Kenzie moves in front of you, but when she settles you say softly to Leah “she’s all alone Lee and I promised to watch the game with her when she wakes up.”
“You’re amazing and I love you” she says “and I will miss you tonight.”
“I miss you too babe” you tell her with a soft smile.
You listen as she moves around and it sounds like she’s gotten into bed and she asks “can you stay on the line with me while I fall asleep?”
Smiling you move and adjust the chair so you are reclining as you softly ask “Do you have training tomorrow?”
“No.”
“Good, I will definitely be home tomorrow babe” you say softly.
“Mhmm I want you here” she sleepy says.
You stay on the line listening to her breathe evening out and you smile to your self, thinking about how much you love this woman. “Sleep tight babe, I love you.” you whisper when you hear her softly snoring you hang up the phone. Turning in the chair to settle into a light sleep.
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It’s early in the morning when you hear Kenzie moving around in her bed in front of you. You open your eyes to see her eyes open looking around. You wait to see if she will fall back asleep but when her eyes lock on yours you says “Hi sweetie.”
“hi” she whispers.
You move to stand up and check her vitals and move your hand to check her incision site and you ask her “how are you feeling?”
“Tired” she answers softly.
“do you want to go back to sleep?” you ask her, and move your hand to tuck her hair behind her ear.
She shakes her head and says “Can we watch the game now?”
You chuckle and tell her “yeah? lets watch.”
You move the table over the end of the bed to be closer and you pull out your phone and find the recording of the game. You always set Leah’s games that you miss to be recorded so you can watch them back. You pull the chair closer and you set the phone up so you both can see. The first 15 minutes are quiet but when Arsenal scores one she gets excited and sits up more.
After the third goal she’s more animated and is excitedly talking about the game and the players. The game has made her feel a lot better and more like a little girl and you are happy that she seems to be doing better.
You are lost in thought watching when she says “holy crap thats Leah Williamson.”
You chuckle without taking your eyes off the screen and say “sweetie she’s been on the whole game.”
“No, she’s right there!” she shouts.
You turn and meet the eyes of your fiancé standing in the doorway of the hospital room with two coffees, she winks at you and says “I heard we had a fan here that wasn’t able to make it to the game.”
You pause the game and move to stand up and step closer to Leah and you say “this is Kenzie.”
“Hi Kenzie” Leah says and she hands you a coffee and brushes by you to stand beside the bed “are you watching the game back?”
“yeah, I missed it cause Dr. Y/N was operating on my belly.” Kenzie says, the smile bright on her face.
“she’s pretty Awesome” Leah says and then continues “Can I watch the rest with you?”
“Yes please!” Kenzie answers quickly with an excited smile.
“I guess you don’t need me anymore” you say with a chuckle.
Leah smirks at you and says “Sorry love.”
“It’s okay, you guys enjoy I am going to shower and change.” you tell them both. “Kenzie please make sure to ask Leah all the questions okay?”
“I will! She’s my favourite player.” Kenzie says with a smile and moves to press play on the TV as she says to Leah “What did the ref say to you there?”
You chuckle to yourself and move outside the room, and you stand on the outside of the window looking in and you feel your heart grow again watching as Leah and Kenzie both talk with their hands about the game and you can feel the smile growing on your face knowing it may be time to have a conversation with Leah about what you want next.
#woso imagines#woso x reader#woso imagine#leah williamson x reader#leah williamson imagine#leah williamson#engwnt x reader#engwnt imagines
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open heart - yu jimin
(valentine's day special)
genre; smut, fluff, gets cheesy at times
pairing; g!p karina x female reader
content; age gap (jimin is older), rough sex, hair pulling, praising, degrading names (?), fingering (reader receiving), p in v :D, think i forgot something
synopsis; jimin had never been the romantic type, but she wanted to try and make valentine's day work out despite how much work she and her girlfriend had because working at a hospital meant being on call 24/7. however to her luck, nothing unfortunately went as planned right from the morning because of simple misunderstandings and she ended up raking her brain for how to fix everything
wc; 12k+
masterlist.
a/n: im no doctor peeps, i just occasionally watch grey's anatomy so if anything is not correct medically that's not on me
It was enough that they were busy, that they didn’t have time for dates, and when they did they were already tired after working nonstop for hours. Night shifts, day shifts, working overtime, working for 12 hours a day if not 16 or 24. Being on call 24/7 as in literally because they were always on call.
That couldn’t be enough stress.
Y/n’s day got even worse as she stood in the patient's room, at 7:30 am, fully changed into her dull light blue scrubs and the white lab coat like every other intern in the room. She was exhausted, not because she was tired, but because of how her morning had started.
The whole reason why she was doing her best to avoid Jimin’s eyes who stood on the opposite end of the bed as they were doing rounds. It was obvious enough, so obvious that she sucked air through her teeth and shot her fellow intern and friend over the time she’s worked there, Yunjin a glance when she nudged Y/n. She tried to get Y/n’s attention, curious about what had happened, the two pushing each other’s hands until Y/n gripped the red heads hand to keep it in place because it was starting to make their other attending doctor look their way all while Minjeong spoke–Y/n standing in the middle of the two.
“Mrs Lee has a history of heart disease and multiple surgeries—” Minjeong who was yet another intern and friend with the two started.
The two attending doctors consisted of Yu Jimin, head of cardiothoracic surgery and the general surgeon Miyawaki Sakura. Both of them were listening yet Jimin’s eyes were not on her patient, but on the intern, the one who she was a boss to in the workplace.
“In for a beating heart quadruple C.A.B.G.” She finished explaining as they all stood around the older woman who lay in the hospital bed.
“On Valentine’s Day.” Mark chuckled, it was enough to make all heads turn to the male intern who got nudged by Taeyong at the comment he made. “Sorry.” He apologised, and Sakura sighed as she was responsible for the interns. There was one thing for sure, this was the best yet the most difficult batch to keep in check as they were all talented interns with passions and a thing for doing things their way at times.
Not to mention with a thing for other forbidden things too.
Jimin cleared her throat, and her stare fell back on Y/n who tried to avoid it, but it didn’t seem to work. The–technically–heart doctor had other plans.
“Why keep the heart beating doctor Y/l/n?” In the end, the girl was the most talented intern out of all.
Y/n forced a smile towards the older woman, hands in the pockets of her lab coat to avoid any more nudges from her friends. The two girls on each side of her looked at Y/n, eyes subtly glancing between the two. This time Y/n met eyes with the doctor who gave a small nod for the girl to talk.
“Scar tissue is too deep–” The girl started, glancing at the older woman in the bed. Y/n knew very well why Jimin asked her. Whoever answered got to be on the case and Y/n knew that she couldn’t say no even if the rest knew the answer too. It would make her look bad and Jimin too if she lied and said that she didn’t know. It was a prestigious hospital. The last thing anyone wanted to hear was a doctor or intern saying that they didn’t know something. Of course, she would trap her just to talk because Y/n was good at avoiding someone if she wanted to. “The heart is too weak to start up again, so you only immobilise the portion you’re working on and you leave the rest of the heart on its own.”
“Welcome to the case, Y/l/n.” Was all that Jimin said as she closed the thick patient file, making Y/n purse her lips as it got extended over the bed and with no other choice she took it.
[A few hours earlier]
“Why are you still angry?” Jimin asked, trying her best to understand why the girl in the passenger seat was still pissed. She knew Y/n, and she knew how she acted when she was angry. The intern would ignore her, give her the cold shoulder, and if it got too much she would speak up because she always had something to say so giving her the cold shoulder was difficult.
“What do you expect me to be, Jimin?” Y/n at last spoke up, looking out the window as they were driving through the early morning of Seoul. It was cold, but in February it gradually started to get better and the snow wasn’t present anymore. That didn’t mean that the mornings weren’t even more difficult because the last thing anyone wanted was to get up at 5:30 am, to get out of a warm bed and get out into the cold.
That was probably the worst part of the day, usually–Y/n was quite sure that the whole day was ruined for her because of Jimin. They never fought, it always worked out with small bickering here and there, but this was where Y/n drew the line at what was acceptable. It was enough that they were keeping their relationship secret–aside from Y/n’s friends knowing–a doctor dating an intern who worked under her would not look good for either of them. The last thing they needed to be accused of was favouritism or anything along those lines.
The only reason why Y/n got picked so often was because of how skilful she was, not because Jimin and she were dating.
“Not this angry?” Jimin unsurely questioned, her eyes glancing between Y/n and the road as they were in her car. The younger had spent the night with her at her apartment since Y/n lived with roommates–Yunjin and Minjeong–the doctor also lived closer to the hospital. All she wanted to do was turn back time to the morning when her alarm clock went off and prevent the fight from happening when they were still lying under the covers naked after the previous night.
Jimin wasn’t the biggest romantic, matter fact she was terrible at extraordinary romantic gestures. Valentine’s Day had just started and she had already managed to mess up.
She scratched at the back of her head, trying to figure out what she could even do if they both worked a 24-hour shift all while Y/n was talking. The doctor was listening though, she knew how to think and listen at the same time.
“We’ve been together for almost five months and you’re still texting with your ex?”
Jimin knew she messed up, but it wasn’t for the reasons that Y/n thought that she messed up. She didn’t have any time to defend herself because there was more than just texting.
“Not to mention, you never mentioned that your ex is working in the department next to ours.”
It all just started to pile up more and more and Jimin had a hard time gathering her words as she didn’t want to say the wrong thing. She never thought that it would matter since it was her ex, but maybe she hadn’t thought far enough. Far enough to think that it would ever come up somehow. Now it had and she realised that she had dug her own grave.
She had to explain why she was texting her ex all while trying to figure out what she could do for Y/n on Valentine’s Day.
“What does it matter if I am with you and love you?” Was the best she could say because the intern in the car with her had stolen her heart. It was as if Y/n had laid her down on that operating table, cut her open and taken her heart out while Jimin was under anaesthesia because she had no clue when it even happened.
“What does it matter? It matters if you’re still hung up on her.”
The car came to a stop as she parked in her spot outside the biggest hospital in Seoul. The doctor turned in her seat and looked at the younger girl. Y/n looked right back at Jimin who looked at her in disbelief, but at the same time, she did her best to understand why Y/n would think that. She knew that she wouldn’t be too fond of Y/n texting with her ex.
“I am not.”
Y/n rolled her eyes at that and unbuckled the belt. “Then why is she in your contacts?” She questioned, grabbing her things before opening the door. Jimin quickly tried her best to hurry up and get out of her seatbelt while trying to stop the girl from walking out on her this angry.
“Y/n you’re–” Jimin groaned as the belt had to get jammed as she continued to pull on it.
A cold wave brushed along her skin and hit her even harder when the door to her car slammed closed and she gave up on trying to undo her belt. The woman heaved a sigh and leaned back in the seat, watching her girlfriend walk ahead and meet in the middle with the batch of interns she was close with.
It would be a long 24-hour shift.
[Present]
Jimin did her best to focus on the elderly woman whose heart she would be operating while Y/n was in the room with her. Her eyes kept glancing between the stethoscope she was using on Mrs Lee’s back and Y/n who was moving around and organising the rest of the stuff. All while informing the woman of how extensive the operation would be, making sure she knew the risks.
She was wondering why she was never informed of the risks of falling for an intern like Y/n.
The girl was too much for her poor heart.
“We’ll get you to the O.R. this afternoon,” Jimin concluded, removing the stethoscope and helping the woman lean back down before putting it around her shoulder. She could feel Y/n’s presence right behind her, looking over her shoulder. “You do understand the risks?” She asked to make sure, her eyes looking between Mrs Lee and her husband who sat in the chair in the corner of the room. It made her wonder how they felt on a day like this because she was feeling quite forlorn at the moment.
Y/n was stubborn.
“I’ll check back later,” Jimin informed Mrs Lee after getting the answer she needed. The doctor did not have time to grab the patient file when Y/n already had it. With one last polite smile, she quickly caught up to the intern who had just stepped out of the room.
“Y/n, can we talk?” She questioned, her hand gently wrapping around the girl’s forearm as she stopped her and pulled her to the side right outside the room. It was hard to talk in the crowded area as they were constantly passed by nurses, interns, and doctors. Gossip spread like butter on a toast in the hospital.
“If it’s about the patient, then go ahead Doctor Yu.”
Now the last name came to play and so Jimin knew that it would take a lot more to get Y/n to listen to her. Or maybe the best thing to do was to let her blow off steam as it had only been a few hours since she snapped in the car.
“Take her for a thallium scan and pick up her x-rays on the way.”
However, she just wanted to try and get a word in, to test the waters and see if Y/n was willing to forgive her for this. Her grip stayed when Y/n was about to walk. The girl who was just an inch taller stopped and the two looked at each other. Y/n’s features were soft yet they could come off sharp, especially her eyes and Jimin always got lost in her. It was enough to let her know that she had no room for mistakes. There were hearts at stake here, but she was quite sure that this wouldn’t cause any hearts to break.
Love was somehow more difficult than any open-heart operation she had ever performed.
The noise of the hospital was almost deafening as so much was going on around them yet there was still that calm and silence among them because it was a hospital. The white almost blinding interior with the faint sound of machines smelled of antiseptic and it was a scent that brought comfort to the both of them because of how much time they spent at work. It was almost as comforting as listening to the beating of each other’s hearts and dwelling in the scent of one another, but even that scent would mix with the hospitals after being in it for hours.
“She and I texted–”
It was as if the only thing on her side today was despair and luck had thrown itself out the window on the highest floor in the hospital and splattered into a puddle with no one there to save it. Was there something she could do right today? It was enough that she sucked at romantic gestures yet still wanted to do something for Y/n, but when she wanted to try the world was opposing the idea.
“Doctor Yu, intern Y/l/n—” Y/n looked away from Jimin whose grip slipped away from her arm and at the woman whom she couldn’t be mad at because Jimin was the one who wasn’t supposed to be texting her. She couldn’t be angry at the doctor who approached them. The intern smiled at her, politely bowing her head while Jimin kept her crumbling composure as she looked at her ex.
“Can I borrow Doctor Yu for a second?” The woman questioned. Jimin looked between Y/n and the paediatrician from the department next to theirs. All she got from Y/n was a smile, her eyes sparkling in the fluorescent yet dull light of the hospital.
“She’s all yours, Doctor Yizhuo.”
And so Y/n left Jimin once again who watched the girl disappear after taking a turn, her eyes falling onto the woman in front of her.
“Repairing hearts on Valentine’s Day when you should start with your own.”
“Please shut up.” Y/n politely said as she sat down at the round table in the staff canteen, placing the tray with food down. Minjeong sucked air through her teeth as Yunjin chuckled. Despite being on Jimin’s case Y/n had been taking care of Mrs Lee alone and only talked to the doctor when it was needed, strictly work-related as she tried to give her the cold shoulder.
It was lunch break at last and soon she would be in the operating room, doing an open heart surgery by Jimin’s side. The head of cardiothoracic surgery. She knew that the doctor had something to say, but she first needed to phantom the fact that she had been with Jimin for almost five months and suddenly she was texting her ex. Why would she never tell her that her ex was a woman she met every day and at times worked with together?
“Why are you avoiding Doctor Heart Snatcher?” She rolled her eyes at Yunjin’s words–nickname coming from her field and looks– the two guys looked at them as everyone wanted an answer as to why Y/n was avoiding Jimin. Not only that but why the heart doctor’s lingering gaze lingered more than usual. It was almost filled with longing despite the two being in the same room. It was difficult to look at for them.
“She’s texting with her ex,” Y/n grumbled, using the chopsticks to play around with the food on her tray as she could barely eat from the bitterness that covered her heart. It was causing her heart to twist at the sour bitterness that got caused by being away from each other. Yet she couldn’t bring herself to mend it by simply going to the person who was an expert when it came to hearts. In a few hours, she had to be in the O.R. and would be stuck in that room with Jimin for six hours if not more.
“What?” Mark was the one to exclaim first, pushing his tray forward and resting his elbows on the table to lean closer to the girl who sat opposite him.
“Are you serious?” Yunjin asked next, looking at Y/n with her head tilted.
“Yes she still has her ex in her contacts and…” Y/n trailed off, still baffled by the fact that she had even worked with Jimin’s ex without knowing it. It wasn’t like she would let it get in the way because she was professional at work, but she would have felt less of a fool if she had known. It was almost embarrassing to admit.
“And?” Taeyong asked.
“She works here,” her voice withered as she said it in a whisper. Minjeong offered her comfort by patting her thigh before going back to eat her food. “Told you it was a bad idea to date Doctor Heart Snatcher.” She mumbled and Y/n dismissed her as she grabbed the water bottle, unscrewing it. The vixen frowned. This wasn’t enough to make her doubt Jimin was it? Has it been a bad idea to date her?
“If she knows how to fix a heart she surely knows how to break it too,” Mark commented.
“She hasn’t broken my heart–” Y/n cleared the air as they made it sound like they were going through a break-up when all she was doing was taking some time to process it. “I’m just pissed she didn’t tell me and that she is texting her for whatever reason.” The longer that she thought about it the better it would be to hear the reason why. Maybe she had been a bit too impulsive with her accusations and should have listened to Jimin first. At the same time, she was too stubborn to let her ego down and ask after avoiding listening to her in the first place.
“Who is it though?” Taeyong questioned and Y/n subtly glanced around. The canteen was busy with staff members who had their breaks, everyone eating together and chatting. Natural light was cast through the big windows and this was one of the few places that wasn’t as dull because of the eye-hurting fluorescent lights. It was always busy, but not with people running because their pagers went off or pushing patients through the halls. Shoes didn’t squeak as loud because it all got muffled by the people who were talking.
The scent of antiseptics wasn’t present either and that was what stole comfort from this place for Y/n.
“I’m not telling.” She knew that it wasn’t her place to reveal her girlfriend’s past and private relationships to anyone even if they were her friends. It was enough that they knew about their relationship even if they had been hiding it for the first few months until Yunjin walked in on them about to remove each other’s clothes after forgetting to lock the on-call room. Luckily enough it was Yunjin and not someone else who could get them in trouble–such as any envious workers or Jimin’s boss who did not tolerate doctors dating first-year interns.
“I bet it’s that nurse Aeri, they’re so close.” Yunjin started to guess as Y/n ignored what they were saying, trying to eat some of the food to be able to stand in the O.R. for six hours.
“Why would she be close with her ex?”
“Well, she’s texting her so they’re still close.”
“Texting and talking face to face is different.”
“Not when it’s your ex.”
“What if it’s Doctor Miyawaki?”
“That would be even worse.”
“Do you guys not have your own private lives to worry about? As far as I remember neither of you have any plans for Valentine’s Day and that’s why you all took the 24-hour shift.” The intern finally came back into the conversation that died down right after she finished her words.
“I’d say something, but Doctor Heart Snatcher is on her way here.” Y/n looked up from her tray and looked to her right where Yunjin was and looking past the girl she spotted Jimin. No matter how pissed she was, there was no room in her to deny how attractive her Heart Snatcher actually was in her navy blue scrubs, white lab coat, her black hair up in a ponytail, and her eyes always on Y/n.
This was the same woman who she would stand with for six hours in the O.R. and both of them loved their job enough to not get distracted by each other. It was yet another thing Y/n loved about Jimin, the fact that she managed to learn so much from her and how work and relationship-oriented she was and made it work out with this demanding job.
She made it so much harder to avoid her and before Y/n knew it the woman was by their table, hands in the pockets of her white coat, the nameplate pinned right over her right breast by the small pocket with a blue ballpoint pen.
“Y/l/n could we talk for a second?” Jimin asked, clearing her throat as their eyes were on her as she stood by the edge of the table where Yunjin was. Her eyes scanned over no one else but Y/n who opened her mouth, making the doctor wait in anticipation. The intern was only in her scrubs now, her hair clipped back with her wispy bangs gently falling over her face. Jimin didn’t even want to look at anyone else.
“Oh–” Y/n let out surprised, pushing her tray forward and planting her hands against the table. “Oh, that’s my pager, I’m sorry Doctor Yu, I have to prioritise the patients.” The intern excused, pushing herself up from the chair as she bowed at her boss to be polite. Jimin felt even more confused and she watched the girl walk away with a slight job, still sure that she did not hear her pager go off at all. It was somewhat humiliating, but she probably deserved it. She heaved a sigh and looked down at the rest to see Minjeong suppress the snicker with a cough.
“Was I the only one who didn’t hear her pager go off?” She questioned them as she removed her one hand from the pocket and rubbed the back of her neck, she looked where Y/n was to see the girl walk out of the canteen.
“Nope, I 100% heard it…” Yunjin said, looking up at the doctor.
“Yeah, it went off,” Minjeong confirmed and Jimin looked back down at them with her lips pursed.
“Kind of loud in here so you probably didn’t catch it,” Mark added.
“Exactly.” And Taeyong finished.
She knew that she had run off because she felt stupid for not listening to Jimin the first time she tried to explain it. It was one of the causes and now more doubt had grown in her from hearing her coworkers talk about it. The perspective only got worse as she walked to the changing room that they all shared. It was empty and her pager never went off. She not only was texting, but talking, however, they worked together at times so they obviously would talk face to face.
Y/n knew that she had no reason to be insecure.
With a sigh, she opened her locker and stopped from reaching for her phone when the little pink sticky note caught her eye as it was stuck right to the locker door on the inside. She had no lock on her locker, no one did since everyone knew each other well enough to know that no one would steal anything. It was the first time she had any notes stuck on the inside of her door though.
The girl licked her lips and took it down to read what the blue letters said.
Our hearts are a muscular pump, that’s why exercise is so good, but just one look at you and mine gets the exercise it needs.
She didn’t know what to think, but the thought of it being Jimin to leave it there made her suppress a smile. Y/n couldn’t be sure though because the woman never said things like these and she might as well be smiling over a note that someone else left because there were a few other interns interested in the girl. Jimin wasn’t romantic, she had her ways of showing love, but they never came this way. The intern folded it and stuffed it into her jacket’s pocket so she could ask her girlfriend if she was the one behind it.
Y/n didn’t expect a next time, but the next time she did stumble upon a note was when she went back to Mrs Lee to take her vitals and she opened the patient files. Soon enough she had the open heart operation she would get to watch Jimin perform as she would help. It did let her narrow it down to who it could be but she was doubting that the male nurse was leaving the notes since he wasn’t supposed to be in the intern's locker room and neither was Jimin, but still.
She bit her lower lip and glanced up from the file at the woman with her husband, red roses standing by her bed with a card. Y/n had never been big on these things, but she realised that maybe she was if just a note made her feel a bit giddier because of Jimin than she usually got. The words were so cheesy, but somehow that made it even better.
The reason why my heart receives blood that is low on oxygen is because you always steal my breath.
It was melting the facade Y/n had tried to keep the whole day just to show how pissed she was, but Jimin made it impossible. It was impossible to stay mad at her girlfriend because with each second that passed in the operating room, Y/n realised how good of a girlfriend Jimin was.
The intern stayed focused on the task at hand just like everyone else did. Somewhere between those blurry lines between focus and daydreaming, she found herself staring at the beating heart.
She knew that love wasn’t connected to the heart, all emotions were regulated in the brain. However, the only thing she realised whenever she was in a room with Jimin was the way the doctor made her heart beat faster. It was the sole reason why love was associated with the heart. The heart spoke for love and no one listened to their head when it came to love. Despite the brain regulating these emotions, it was the heart that let her know that it was Jimin who hit the bell and made her heart ring.
The only time she did notice her heartbeat was with Jimin because she made it pick up its pace.
The heart they were operating was right in the open and partially numb but beating and somewhere along those lines was how they made each other feel. They numbed everything around them, leaving their hearts right in the open for the other to reach for it and nestle inside of it.
“Mrs Lee is doing well.” The doctor commented, making Y/n lean in slightly closer to Jimin to get a better look at the beating muscle as they stood shoulder to shoulder with each other. The intern was taking care of the suction and the operation was coming to an end, making the rest strike up small conversations.
“Did you know that the heart can beat even when it’s disconnected from the body?” Jimin mumbled, making Y/n subtly glance at her for a split second before looking right back down. Y/n knowingly hummed at the words, wondering what Jimin was trying to reach since these were random facts and nothing new she was learning.
“That’s why mine is still beating.”
“What?” The vixen questioned, her eyebrows furrowing at the words that confused her.
“It’s in your hands.”
Y/n widened her eyes at the bold words Jimin said out loud and only confirmed that she was the culprit behind the notes. It was bold, not because she said them, but because she said those words while everyone stood in the theatre above and could hear them talking. Was this some kind of statement? Was she trying to prove something? Maybe Y/n was reading too much into it, but Jimin barely referred to her as Y/n when someone else was around just to not get caught.
“Doctor–” The girl tried, unsure of where Jimin was heading with this because if this was a statement Y/n was getting flustered. Suddenly she felt worried that Jimin’s boss was possibly up there watching them and was hearing this. It would get them both in trouble. However, she did not get to stop her because the doctor had other plans.
“There are four chambers in the heart, each holds about 70 ml of blood–although each one of mine is filled with you.” Y/n’s eyes glanced at Jimin again, but quickly went back down to the heart that was beating steadily compared to the wild horses in her chest. The doctor looked mostly unaffected but that wasn’t weird since she was supposed to be composed under pressure. Y/n knew how to take pressure without letting her knees buckle, but Jimin truly made hers weak in a way no one else did.
The words were so cheesy and it only made it worse, especially if everyone else was hearing them.
It burned her ears and she wanted to hide.
Y/n barely had time to register that the operation was successful and had ended by the thoughts racing in her head. However, Jimin stepped back, holding out her hands as they pulled off the thick gloves she had been using to operate. There was no time to ask questions now as everyone was praising the other, saying ‘good job’ because it was a team effort in the end. The vixen removed her single-use gloves and threw them in the trash as she undid her mask and took it off after walking towards the exit.
Finally, Jimin’s eyes met her, those brown eyes were so much more intense now and Y/n wanted to hear every little thought that was behind them, especially the reason behind this. The two of them walked out of the room where they just had to stitch the woman up.
“What was all that about?” She questioned in genuine confusion, unsure if her tone was harsh or just confused. Her hand reached for the surgical cap and she removed it while the older woman was already washing her hands in the big sink as they were the only ones in the scrub room. Jimin only hummed back with just as much confusion, and now it was coming off as a confusing game to Y/n. Was the doctor messing with her? Or was all this genuine?
Jimin wasn’t cruel to mess with her this way.
“Why were you saying all that in front of everyone?”
“You didn’t like what I said?” Jimin confusedly asked and looked to the side where Y/n stood and washed her hands. Her eyes lingered on the girl who was staring down at the water that was running down the drain. The question made her look up though and she shook her head with a frown as it wasn’t what she meant.
“That’s not– that’s not what I meant.” She didn’t have the cheesy lines in mind, but the fact that they were said in front of everyone else. In the next hour, it would be known around the whole hospital that there was something between them. Gossip was always working its 24/7 shift at the place without any breaks.
“Then it doesn’t matter.” She concluded, turning off the faucet and flicking her fingers to rid of the excess water before reaching for the paper towels in the soundless room.
It truly felt like some little game to Y/n now. Was Jimin fooling around now? If so Y/n wanted her to admit to it now.
“What doesn’t matter?”
The intern turned off her faucet, grabbing the paper towels she got handed by the doctor who removed her surgical cap. She shrugged at Y/n’s question and reached over to the girl who almost flinched away at the intimate touch when Jimin brushed a hair strand away from her face. It wasn’t intimate on that level, but it was when the door from the operating room opened and the rest were starting to walk inside.
“If everyone heard it. If you liked it then it doesn’t matter.” She gave Y/n a small smile, hand dropping down and giving the younger’s shoulder a light squeeze before she passed her. Y/n turned on her heels, following out right after her though. The area was empty as people only walked by occasionally and at the corner of her eye she could see Minjeong and Yunjin waiting at the top of the stairs, trying to stay out of sight to listen in on the two. Doing a poor job at staying subtle at all because even Jimin glanced at them.
“Jimin–hold on, you can’t just walk away without finishing this.” This time Y/n was the one to grab the woman’s hand that was warm to the touch and Jimin grabbed hold of the girl’s hand. She squeezed her before letting go as she turned to look at Y/n. There was something about the soft smile on her lips, but it wasn’t enough for Y/n to figure it out. She needed more, but she wasn’t getting more.
“Sorry, I have to get going, I have something important to do.”
“What is more important than our relationship right now?” Y/n seriously questioned only to not get an answer as the doctor walked away without another word. There was no way the intern was going to chase after the doctor who seemed in a rush.
Was she getting back at her?
Was this really how her Valentine’s Day would look like? Despite the anger she had felt before, she was longing for Jimin.
She looked towards the stairs to see Yunjin and Minjeong quickly walking down them and it made Y/n start walking away from them. It wasn’t a second before they caught up to her, hooking their arms with hers to make her walk with them.
“There are four chambers in my heart–” Yunjin started with a sigh, leaning into the intern. “Each filled with you.” Minjeong finished with another sigh.
“Who was up there?” Y/n questioned instead, ignoring the teasing and how they repeated the words that had come from Jimin.
“Honestly, Doctor Kim was there, and a bunch of interns.” Doctor Kim who specialised in neurology was another Doctor whom they worked with just like they did with Jimin. It made Y/n suck air through her teeth as she knew how much stricter Kim Chaewon was compared to Jimin.
“What if she tells the Chief?” Y/n knew about the two competing surgeons as both wanted to be the next chief of surgery. This could ruin Jimin’s chances and Y/n was now drowning in worry and a twinge of anger at how careless the heart doctor was.
“Then you will most likely get in trouble.” Yunjin deadpanned, receiving a look from Y/n and Minjeong at how much worse it made everything. The girl was already aware of how they could get in trouble. They had been secretive about it for a reason. It wasn’t like it was forbidden, but the chief of surgery would deem it unprofessional and have his doubts about giving the position to Jimin next.
“I just need a snack and then I am taking a nap.” Y/n declared as she slipped her arms out of the two girl’s hold and stopped at the vending machine. The two leaned on each side of the vending machine, keeping the conversation going as they looked at Y/n who looked like she was in a huge dilemma.
The vixen was worried about what could happen now. She knew Doctor Kim could bite just for it to sting and hurt because she would do everything to become the next chief. She could be cruel.
Did that mean she would have to break up with Jimin? Or Jimin with her. For the security of her spot as the next chief.
“Oh, Doctor Heart Snatcher has you in the mood for a snack?” Yunjin teased to lighten the mood she by accident had made worse. Y/n glanced at the redhead who shot her eyebrows up in a suggestive manner as she looked her up and down while doing so. All it took was for the intern to walk in on them making out once and all hell let loose because she made Y/n look like a sex addict–which she was not, if anything she blamed Jimin.
Minjeong seemed to get a different memo by the words as she leaned closer to Y/n with her shoulder holding her up against the vending machine as Y/n crouched down to get her stuff.
“Are you pregnant?” She asked in a whisper and Y/n glanced up at her in silence while getting the bun from the slot.
“That is not what she meant by that, Minjeong.”
It left the girl thinking for a bit as Y/n stood up, now the two taller girls stood and watched Minjeong piece it together. “Oh…Oh! Oh, that kind of snack.” She exclaimed, realising that it held a dirty meaning and not pregnancy cravings.
“Yeah, but the snack that I mean is a bun and then sleep since Doctor Yu seemingly is ignoring me now after ruining our future together,” Y/n explained as she showed the pack she had picked up before walking away from the two to head to the lockers and get her phone before heading to the on-call room.
“Already thinking about a future together.” Yunjin snorted as she pushed herself up to use the vending machine.
“You’re just jealous no one asked you out for Valentine’s Day.”
“We’re in the same shoes.”
“Speak for yourself, I’m not on the 24-hour shift, matter fact I am heading out right now because I have dinner plans.” Minjeong smugly said as she started to walk away.
“Dinner with your mum does not count.”
“Shut up, at least I got asked for dinner by someone.”
Y/n grumbled under her breath, the pack with the bun between her teeth as she was busy with her phone while walking. The walk to the locker and then to the on-call room took an extra ten minutes because she had to speak to Mrs Lee's husband and tell him about her procedure. Jimin would usually do so, but she had disappeared into thin air and left it for Y/n to handle.
The text was for Jimin, hoping she had her phone on her to answer because Y/n knew she was on a break after the 12-hour shift they had worked. All they were to do now was be on call while resting and they would be called in during the next 12 hours. Y/n knew that soon enough her break would be over, she gave it an hour, a chance of a bit more. She needed more because she needed to talk to Jimin.
She opened the door and was just about to send the text, but was stopped by the voice.
“Finally, Doctor Y/l/n.” The voice startled Y/n who looked up, quickly catching the bun that fell from between her lips.
“Jimin,” Y/n exclaimed somewhere between annoyed and still startled by the unexpected guest yet one she had hoped for. She turned off her phone and stepped inside fully as she closed and locked the door after her. Her eyes landed on the doctor who was in only her scrubs now, her hair down as she sat at the edge of the twin-sized bed.
“Come here.” She gestured, holding her hand out and Y/n raised her eyebrows. She hesitated, especially after what had happened between them a good 30 minutes ago. Jimin gave her a nod of reassurance and motioned with her fingers for Y/n to walk over to her. It was all it took for Y/n to push herself up from the door, placing her stuff down on the table on the way before taking hold of Jimin’s hand.
The woman pulled Y/n over to her and pulled her until she had the girl in her lap, straddling her. “Are you going to say something cheesy and run off again?” Jimin chuckled, looking up at Y/n, her one hand caressed along the girl's thigh while the other reached up to her. She reached her hand over to the back of Y/n’s hair and took out the hair clamp, letting her hair fall loosely over her shoulders while putting the clamp aside.
“Do you want me to say something cheesy again?” She questioned, her hand ran to Y/n’s hip as she pulled the girl even closer to her, making the latter grab hold of her shoulder.
“Yeah, but I’d like to know what you were thinking and about what happened this morning. Some cheesy lines won’t make me forget.” It made the doctor hum, her hands gently roamed Y/n’s body, caressing and slowly finding their way under the shirt she had on to touch her waist. Their eye contact didn’t falter for a second and it was then and there that they both realised their heartbeat that had picked up.
This was love, the brain may have registered it, but the heart felt it.
“Okay, I had to talk to the chief about something and do something else too…” Jimin trailed off, her eyes shifted away from Y/n’s this time. It made Y/n frown as she tilted her head, waiting for the woman to continue. She sighed and dropped her hands, fingers carefully playing with the material of Y/n’s scrubs as she licked her lips before she continued with her eyes back on Y/n’s.
“I talked to the chief about—well, about us because it’s been almost five months and I thought it would only be fair for you and me if I talked to him about it instead of assuming that he would be truly against it.”
“What?” Y/n asked, her eyes sporting a look of even more confusion and worry. There were only two possible ways for this to end and she only wanted one of them, but it felt like the one she didn’t want had a stronger chance of being true.
“Wait, don’t worry…He was just a bit disappointed that I am in a relationship with a first-year intern, but somewhere along the lines he understood that it doesn’t interrupt our professionalism.”
“So, it’s fine?” Y/n asked to clarify, feeling the weight untie itself from around her heart as she caressed Jimin’s warm neck. Her fingers gently traced her skin, feeling the faint goosebumps and shivers that came from the older one. Jimin held onto Y/n’s forearms as Y/n intertwined her fingers behind the doctor's neck who nodded.
The girl had been right, Jimin was trying to make a statement even if it was reckless since she did it before talking to the chief.
“I hope you can listen to me now without slamming a door closed in my face.” The intern rolled her eyes at the words as she hadn’t given Jimin a chance to speak earlier. It seemed like the perfect opportunity had been created because they were both still dwelling on the fact that their relationship didn’t have to be a secret. “No interrupting either.” Y/n nodded, giving in as Jimin’s thumbs softly caressed the skin of her forearms.
“I don’t even have small remnants of feelings left for her as it never was serious and that was why it ended. It’s always work-related because if you had taken your time to check you would see that she was asking for my work number because of an upcoming operation and while at it she only asked how everything was going in my department and it ended after I replied.”
Feeling stupid was an understatement.
It made Y/n clear her throat and glance away, Jimin trying to find the girl’s pretty eyes because she always liked having eye contact with Y/n. The girl kept avoiding eye contact and it drove Jimin to reach for her jaw and make her look at her.
“See, baby, it wasn’t as serious as you thought it was, but maybe if you had listened to me you would have spared yourself some nerves.” There was that tone that made Y/n’s facade crumble and melt right into Jimin.
“Okay…Maybe I did react a bit quick, but you don’t expect your girlfriend to text with their ex and so it just came with a shock with no time to think.” Y/n tried to explain, doing her best not to melt into a puddle right away and hold herself a bit longer even if the ice was melting because of the warmth of Jimin.
“And I’m sorry, I should’ve said something sooner.” It made Y/n lean in, Jimin moving her hands to hold the girl's waist. Their lips met after a long day of itching to ease the loss of not being against each other. It was a simple kiss, coated in honey as Jimin held onto the girl’s waist.
“I forgive you,” Y/n mumbled and tried to kiss her again, but was stopped as the doctor turned her body and Y/n watched her reach over by the pillow. She chuckled at what she had missed when she got dragged into Jimin’s lap and the doctor turned back around.
“Happy Valentine’s Day.” Jimin knew that it wasn’t much, yet the smile on Y/n’s plump lips let her know that it was more than enough when she accepted the brown fuzzy bear that was hugging a rose. The girl took it with both hands as she looked at the bear. Considering how busy they were, she knew that even getting a hold of a teddy bear was a great task and it only meant so much more to the girl.
“I also have another line for you.”
“Yeah?” Y/n questioned and Jimin nodded.
“There are three layers of the heart wall, you have broken down each of them and gotten to the middle in a way no one else ever has–” This time the words were deeper, they weren’t just some cheesy pickup line, but a confession that was growing deeper than love. It let Y/n know that Jimin loved her but did more than just love her, she trusted her as she had opened her heart to her. It wasn’t easy, especially because of how they barely had lives outside the hospital, but yet here they were, making it work.
“You seriously have, doll.”
“I love you so much.” Y/n groaned and wrapped her arms around Jimin’s shoulders before attaching their lips again. This time the kiss picked up gradually when their lips parted and their tongues met in warmth and slickness. The doctor pushed her tongue against Y/n’s, pressing and tilting her head to get closer.
With ease, she manoeuvred them around and laid Y/n down on the bed who dropped the bear right beside her head as Jimin got between her legs. Their breathing grew deeper in the small on-call room, slowly heating it as the small ventilation wasn’t enough to cool the heat their bodies produced when they were with each other. Especially when they were so close.
“I love you.” She barely managed to breathe out between their desperate breaths as she bunched up the pillow case in her fists. Y/n hummed, catching Jimin’s lips again, her legs wrapped around the woman’s waist, pulling her closer, close enough to feel her cock slowly growing hard against her heat. It was enough to make her groan and push closer into Y/n, her hips started to gyrate to get the much-needed friction that they both craved.
“Fuck, Y/n—” She breathed out, the girl under her tugged onto the scrubs so she would remove them. The moment of passion only grew a fire that got bigger with each passing second of the shared intimacy. That moment when their hearts beat in sync and yearn for the other so much that it’s hard to hold back. “You want my cock, don’t you…My good girl, my good slut wants my cock.” She breathed out, lips dragging over the intern's skin as she kissed down her jaw.
It did not matter, Jimin always did a 180 in the bed and wasn’t just that sweet heart doctor, but someone who made Y/n’s thighs tremble and beg for more with some sweetness to her.
“So bad, I want to be filled by you.”
“I will fill you, fill you with my cock and ‘dump all my cum inside you. You like that don’t you?”
Her kisses trailed lower to Y/n’s neck, the kisses wet and tender, her teeth dragged along and she wrapped her lips around the thin skin. She could feel Y/n’s heavy pulse on her tongue as she gently sucked with her hard dick fully pressed against Y/n’s cunt. The girl under her pushed more into her, being able to feel the prominent bulge of Jimin’s cock right against her throbbing heat.
“I love it, I love every inch of you inside me and on me.” Y/n breathed out beside her ear, hands pulling Jimin’s navy blue shirt up along her back. She pulled away, sitting on her knees to take them off together with the one she had under, throwing them on the side of the bed. The younger sat up, the doctor not waiting as she grabbed the hem of Y/n’s light blue shirt and let it mix in with hers on the side.
Her hand reached into Y/n’s hair from behind and she gripped it, pulling the girl back to meet her eyes. The grip stung, Jimin pulling on Y/n’s silky strands of hair like she always liked to do and Y/n enjoyed. Her eyes landed on those glossy with passion and love eyes, she trailed down to her wet lips and she leaned back in, wanting Y/n’s tongue against hers.
The vixen kissed back, Jimin’s figure towered over her and her hand cupped her girlfriend through the blue scrubs where her cock was straining. It made the latter huff through her nose and close her eyes tighter while pushing her tongue against Y/n’s. The scalding cock was fully erect, making Y/n tug down on the pants to the second layer that were the boxer briefs.
“Touch it, touch every inch you want inside your slutty little pussy, Y/n, it’s all for you.” Her words were clouded, deep with the moment as Y/n’s fingers ghosted over the outline until she reached the tip that was leaking right through the grey boxers, leaving them stained with pre-cum. Y/n’s lips were left parted, panting against Jimin’s as they moved before she swallowed her whole again. She palmed the hard cock, feeling each inch that would be inside her.
Jimin let go of her hair and reached behind her, doing a quick job at swiftly undoing the bra. Y/n let it fall down her shoulders, and the latter sat back on her heels, eyes falling on the breasts that perfectly fit in her hands as she cupped one of them. The vixen let out a light moan, enough to make Jimin’s dick twitch at the sound. It made her grab Y/n’s petite waist to pull her into her and lean down, her mouth latching onto the plump breast as she held onto the girl who was back in her lap as she sat back.
Y/n pressed down her heat against Jimin’s, hips slowly moving with hands gripping onto the dark hair with the warm tongue coating her chest in saliva. It made Jimin whimper just like Y/n did, her cunt pressing down hard against the throbbing cock under her aching cunt when the doctor grazed her teeth over the hard nipple, gently tugging.
“You’re my pretty whore, Y/n. Just mine.” If there was one thing she liked to do it was to remind Y/n of who exactly she belonged to. Her lips wrapped around the soft and warm flesh, sucking on it to leave her marks. It made Y/n moan, nails digging into Jimin’s shoulders and back to her shoulder blades as the girl wanted her closer, chest pressing into the teasing mouth that played with her nipples and marked her breast.
Jimin hummed, it came from the back of her throat and her grip tightened on Y/n’s waist with fingers digging into her skin as she tried to get her even closer. She loved wrapping her arms around the small waist or having her hands on it, pulling on Y/n like a doll. She helped her grind down against her hard cock, Y/n whimpering right by her ear as her clit pressed right against her tip with each stroke.
The younger could feel how damp her underwear was, her clit throbbed for Jimin’s touch, wanting nothing more than to be stretched out and have her girlfriend fuck her right into the bed. The wet sounds of Jimin’s mouth latching at her breast occupied the room together with their heavy breaths, the faint buzzing of the ventilation dead. One hand let go of her waist, the other still guiding her to continue grinding against the cock.
It made Y/n close her eyes when the doctor cupped her breast, her mouth still sucking on her skin. Thumb grazed over her nipple before Jimin moved and groped at her chest, feeling up Y/n’s body because she loved nothing more than exploring every inch before fucking her. It didn’t matter if her cock felt like it would explode. She tugged on the nipples, gently nipping and twisting, it was enough to make Y/n squirm and whine, unsure if she wanted more or if it was too much.
“Jimin–” She breathed out, the latter trailed her hand down from her waist and harshly groped at her ass. All she got in return was a grainy hum, too busy with the small chest that she enjoyed playing with so much. “I need your cock.” Y/n pleaded as it wasn’t a want anymore, but a need. Her walls were clenching, waiting for that familiar stretch that would fill her to the brim and her grinding only got sloppier and harsher from how desperate she grew for her.
It was only then that she pulled away from Y/n’s chest, her lips swollen and wet. Her eyes fell on Y/n’s, seeing all the need in them, she could feel it from the way the girl was pressing against her, thighs squeezing, but nothing was happening. Y/n heaved at the intensity, Jimin’s hand coming right up to her throat as she grabbed hold of her and pulled her closer.
She could feel the thudding pulse under her fingertips, her parted lips brushed against Y/n’s parted ones. It made her lean back when the vixen tried to kiss her, it tugged at the corner of her lips at how much she needed her. To see Y/n need her this much turned her on further and her cock was aching to push right inside the confines of Y/n’s snug and warm pussy.
“Are you all wet and ready for me? Will you be able to take everything at once? I can only fuck my whore once she knows she will take everything without complaining.” The husk made Y/n’s skin crawl with warmth, thighs clenching as she was wet enough to take every inch. She didn’t have time to think it through because her lips spoke before her brain thought in these moments of intimacy where all she could think with was her heart that in the end made the best decisions when it came to her love life.
She was with Jimin in the end.
With a hand still wrapped around her throat, Y/n’s hand reached for the other one that was gently kneading her breast. Jimin smiled as Y/n grabbed her wrist and she let the younger guide her hand. “I get so wet every time you touch me.” Y/n breathed out, guiding the hand past the hem of her scrubs before Jimin slipped it further down with Y/n’s nails dragging along her forearm.
It made the intern's breath subtly shudder at the fingers that ran over the damp underwear. “My pretty doll, so wet for me.” Her fingers teased, gently rubbing over the material, making Y/n buck her hips and hold back on the desperate whines when she pressed down on her clit. It was aching, throbbing with pain from how badly she needed it. Jimin leaned in, gently kissing the girl’s jaw while she slowly pulled the material of the girl’s underwear aside.
Her fingers found their way to Y/n’s wet folds, the slick smeared as she ran her fingers through them, only pulling away from her jaw to look at the expressions that Y/n made. The fingers ran through the sensitive and swollen lips, gathering the slick, coming down to circle her leaking hole and greedily taking more to create a bigger mess because Jimin enjoyed making her a mess. All the while Y/n let out faint shaky breaths through her lips, hands gripping harder onto Jimin’s shoulders, hips trying to push into her fingers as she circled her swollen clit, slowly playing with the bud that was so sensitive.
“You sound so pretty for me,” she mumbled, eyes set on Y/n’s face whose eyebrows furrowed and a gasp fell from her plump lips at the speed that increased on her clit. Jimin hummed, the smile not leaving her lips as she ran her fingers down once again, this time two slowly pushed inside the greedily clenching hole. She slipped into the wet tightness of Y/n’s pussy, the girl feeling the slow stretch that was getting closer to satisfying, but she still needed more.
Her hips moved against the fingers that were knuckles deep inside her, looking for friction on her clit from the pad of Jimin’s palm. A whimper fell from her lips, this time louder than last time when the doctor gave in to the need and pressed her palm against the clit while curling her fingers. That spot that made Y/n squirm was right under her control because she had learned her girlfriend's body to every inch.
“Are you going to fuck yourself on my fingers? Such a desperate whore that she fucks herself on my hand. Thought you wanted cock to fill your cunt.” She chuckled as Y/n leaned forward, her lips by Jimin’s ear, her hips still moving against the fingers that slowly scissored inside her to stretch her out.
“I do–I want your cock to fill me.” She breathed out, her words humid against the woman’s ear who left a kiss on her jaw. Jimin could wait, but only so long, and hearing how needy Y/n’s whiny voice was she wasn’t going to wait longer to bury her cock inside the girl. They were playing with time in the end as they could get paged any second.
There was a loss of contact when the fingers that were deep inside her throbbing pussy pulled out. Y/n pulled back, a docile look in her eyes to plead even more while watching Jimin take the slick-covered fingers between her lips and suck them right in. The taste lingered on her tongue as she licked her fingers clean off of Y/n’s wetness that she loved. Her hand rubbed Y/n’s waist as she did so.
“Be a good whore and get naked for me, doll.” Her tone was calm yet demanding and Y/n wasn’t one to disobey the older one. She got off of Jimin’s lap and the older watched the girl strip out of her bottoms, her hand running along her length through her boxer briefs. Her cock was throbbing under her palm and her breathing got deeper as she squeezed her length at the sight of Y/n fully naked now.
With a rushed and harsh grip, she manhandled the girl’s lithe and light figure that she liked the best when she was dressed in her birthday suit. It made Y/n quietly whine at the rough yet arousing treatment as she was pushed onto her knees, forearms resting against the mattress as Jimin got behind her.
“Such a pretty face and pussy.” The doctor grumbled as she pushed down her boxers and freed her throbbing cock, the pinkish tip leaked with precum, waiting to release everything into the confines of Y/n’s pink pussy.
The vixen waited in anticipation, her back arched with hands running over her ass, hips and over her spine before going over her waist. The touch was soothing, making her melt at how good it felt to even have Jimin’s skilful hands run over her body. She could make the harshest treatment feel gentle and steady with her hands.
She gripped onto Y/n’s hip, her other hand grabbing at her base and she guided her tip through the wet folds. The feeling made them both shudder as she coated her member in the juices that were leaking, spilling down Y/n’s thighs. As it glistened from the slickness she brought her tip to the girl’s entrance.
“Can I enter you, doll?” Y/n could die right in her spot because Jimin always made sure to ask.
“Yes…” The girl breathed out, feeling the big tip right by her hole and it made her head drop to the pillow when it at last protruded and slowly sank into her, splitting her folds and slowly buried itself deep inside her.
Jimin gripped harder onto Y/n’s waist at the tightness around her cock that sucked her in. Her other hand gently pushed down against the arched back as she tilted her head back and dwelled in the feeling with her lower lip between her teeth.
“You feel so good, your pussy feels so good around my cock.” She mumbled, her chest heaving as she stalled her hips once she was filling her girlfriend to the hilt.
Y/n twisted the sheets in her fists at the stretch and feeling stuffed, she could feel Jimin’s cock everywhere, feeling it all because she was raw inside her. The way the vein throbbed and how hard she was. It was overwhelming the slight pain from how good it felt.
Jimin exhaled sharply through her nose, needing time to get ready herself once she entered Y/n’s cunt to not explode right away from the snugness. She ran her palm along Y/n’s spine until she reached her shoulder and gripped it, holding onto it and her waist before she slowly dragged her hips back.
“I’m going to fuck you good, my needy whore deserves it.” She mumbled under her breath more to herself but Y/n still heard it clearly, eyes still closed and her head leaned back as she almost pulled out fully.
Y/n gasped, writhing under Jimin’s hold when her hips slammed right back inside her, the grip tight on her skin as it was hard enough to leave its marks behind. “Oh, my—fuck.” Y/n choked out as Jimin felt like she had given enough time for both of them to get all ready and her hips started to move, starting slow before she gradually increased the speed of her moving hips.
The cock dragged along Y/n’s squelching walls, hitting the perfect spots as Jimin angled herself perfectly. The slapping of her pelvis against Y/n’s ass grew in the room, each thrust followed by Y/n’s whines, pleas, cries, and whimpering moans, creating the mess she loved to make the intern. Her cock slid effortlessly in and out, going deep and hard, picking up her pace only to slow down with her eyes trained on the way Y/n’s body arched and pushed into her with her vision going blank now and then from the way her eyes would close at the feeling.
The wet slapping bounced off the walls, Jimin completely getting lost and not being able to think about if anything could be heard outside the door and neither did she stop Y/n’s squeals when she drilled deep into her. The slapping grew harder and louder, tainting their skin slightly in the process.
It was burning Y/n’s body, her body moved with each thrust as Jimin went deep and slow before going fast, it was making her mind go blank. The bed squeaked–the on-call rooms used as hook-up rooms for everyone–Y/n was letting out squeaks herself at the pleasure that shot through her with slight pain. It was too much but she didn’t want any less or any more because too much was perfect.
Jimin clenched her jaw, her body getting covered in heat, a sheen of sweat draping over her skin as she huffed through her nose, guttural groans falling from her now and then. Her eyes fell between their conjoined heat, watching the way her cock appeared and disappeared inside the glistening pussy, coming out covered in slick and getting slammed back inside, making Y/n move forward from the force.
“Ah, fuck–” Y/n cried out at a particularly hard thrust making Jimin slow down to not hurt the girl as she knew that she got lost in the pleasure easily when it came to Y/n.
“You’re taking me so well, my little doll to fuck and have squirm under me.” Her hand soothed along Y/n’s waist as her hips rolled deep and slow now. She ran her hand right under and found her way to Y/n’s slim stomach. Jimin pressed down on the girl’s lower belly as she pulled out and slammed right back inside. She could explode just from the way the gesture made Y/n arch her back and let out another high-pitched moan.
The cock kept hitting at her g-spot, feeling Jimin much deeper, knowing exactly where she was because of the hand that pressed against her stomach. The pleasure became tenfold and she was slowly reaching her peak as her ears were muffling everything and she was losing all her coherent thoughts. All she could think about was the cock that was drilling right into her cunt, the way it made her thighs quiver and her vocal cords release any sound they wanted with no control, the way her body was succumbing and losing all touch just for Jimin.
Jimin had other plans as she let go of Y/n’s shoulder and gripped the silky and long hair for leverage instead. Y/n whined at the pleasurable pain that forced her to arch even more and look up from the pillow where her cheek was pressed. There were tears in her eyes when Jimin finally got to look at the girl she got to look in the mirror that was hung up right above the desk in front of the bed's foot.
“Look at me when I fuck you–” It was a demand, not a question that harshly left through the doctor’s lips whose hips were snapping against Y/n. “Fuck I want my whore to look me in the eye, I want to look at your pretty eyes when you cum around my cock, doll face.” She groaned, Y/n obeying her as she watched how Jimin’s eyebrows furrowed, her face contorting into deep pleasure the second she got to look at Y/n’s face which portrayed how good she felt getting nailed into the bed. It boosted Jimin’s ego, letting her know how good she managed to make her girlfriend feel.
She wrapped her fist around the hair, getting more leverage, her stomach flexing and hand running from Y/n’s stomach to the girl’s swollen and throbbing clit. Her eyes trained on Y/n’s face whose eyes rolled and fluttered, the sounds spilling out of her lips. The walls tightly squeezed Jimin’s cock, making her groan at the feeling and in return thrust harder to get anywhere because of how tight the girl was getting the closer she was. Her walls clamped down on her cock with each thrust, hips meeting and getting louder.
“Jimin–Jimin, I’m–” She couldn’t finish the words that were left in a desperate cry.
The heat in her stomach was tingling with the need to be released, snapping out sooner than later as Y/n’s body tensed up. Her vision went black, ears muffled, barely being able to hear how the train of light and whiny moans escaped her lips. The sight of Y/n coming around her, her pussy spasming around her cock, throbbing around it, her eyes rolling, back arching, it all made Jimin fall right off the peak when she reached it. Her breathing grew harsh as it all came over her too.
Y/n felt the tears run down her cheeks, whimpering at the feeling of Jimin’s cock growing harder before the creamy warm cum spilled and painted her walls. She felt each rope shoot right into her cunt, her hearing slowly coming back and being able to hear how Jimin let out light moans with her hips stuttering into Y/n to fill her the best she could, wanting every drop inside the snug pussy. Occasionally tugging on her hair as her body convulsed at the orgasm.
“Fuck, you took it all so well, baby.” She breathed out, her grip loosening on Y/n’s hair, their chests heaving to catch their breaths as a moment of silence fell upon them. Jimin swallowed down the thickness in her throat, blinking her eyes open, slowly pulling out, making Y/n let out a light sigh.
The older helped the girl lay down, treating her like a fragile porcelain doll. With her dick still wet she tucked it back inside her boxers, pulling up the scrubs that were resting around her thighs. She got pulled down right after and managed to fit herself by Y/n’s petite frame on the twin-sized bed.
“Are you alright?” She asked to make sure, her arm wrapping itself around Y/n’s shoulders who hugged at the woman’s waist. Jimin grabbed hold of Y/n’s thigh, pulling it to drape over her torso to have her closer. The doctor twisted and reached behind her with her free hand, pulling out the fuzzy teddy bear with the rose that was under her.
“Yeah.” Y/n mumbled, trying to gather herself as her breathing was still heavy, Jimin’s fingers gently running through her hair this time. Her eyes watched as Jimin held the bear, making it sit on her stomach and face them with her fingers fiddling with the fur.
“Did you know that sex is healthy for the heart? It can bring down the chances of a heart attack by 50%.” Y/n chuckled at the words, burying her face into the crook of the woman’s warm neck who breathed out a chuckle at her own words.
“I love you,” Jimin spoke, craning her neck and leaning down to peck the top of Y/n’s head. It made the girl pull away and looked up at the older woman. She hummed and pushed herself up, still feeling Jimin everywhere and on her lips once again when she leaned down for a slow kiss.
“I love you,” she pulled away for a second as they looked each other in the eye and she pecked the woman’s lips once again before pulling away fully. “This was probably the most romantic Valentine’s Day so far.” Y/n admitted. It was so different yet in a way that was special because so much had happened.
Jimin raised her eyebrows as she pushed herself up to rest against her elbows as she looked at Y/n who reached for her clothes because they still could get paged. “Really?” She questioned, gently bouncing the teddy bear against the mattress from how the words made her feel less worried that it wasn’t enough. It made her feel giddy to know that she succeeded in the end. She watched Y/n put on the scrubs before she sat back on the bed, facing Jimin with her fingers dancing over the doctor's bare stomach, trailing gentle patterns.
“Yeah, I got to operate on a heart with my girlfriend, and we no longer have to pretend to be just coworkers.” Y/n said as her fingers ran up to where Jimin’s heart was, circling the area as she could feel the way it was pounding against her ribcage. It made Jimin grin even more and Y/n leaned back in to kiss her heart doctor.
Maybe Valentine’s Day hadn’t gone bad at all even if they couldn’t go on a date or do something together outside the hospital. Somehow everything they had done today was romantic in its way and there was no need for grand gestures.
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Infatuation
Summary:
Seattle Grace is like school, if you miss a day, you’ll miss out on a lot. Unfortunately for you, you’d missed several days, and returned to the masterpiece that is Doctor Mark Sloan.
Pairings:
Mark Sloan x Male!Reader
Tags:
Fluff | Inaccurate Medical Aspects Probably | First Meetings | Wee Bit Of Smut
Words: 3021
Author's Note:
I started watching Grey's Anatomy mainly out of curiosity, and now I'm hooked. I haven't gotten that far into the series, I'm on season 3 but as it always is I have gotten attached to many of the characters, most notably Mark. Anyway, I hoped on here and found a lacking number of male!reader fics for him (I didn't find any 😭) , so I've decided to solve that problem. 😃 Also, when I tell you I scoured the internet for medical cases to pop in here, I scoured the goddamn internet, even went as far as cross referencing.
Seattle Grace is like school; you’ve got the gossip, the drama, the learning, and like school, if you miss a day, you’ll miss out on a lot. Unfortunately for you, you’d missed several days after catching the flu, but now you were back, you were back and mindlessly wondering to yourself when the chief hired god to make him a new surgeon. You don’t often get the chance to interact with other surgeons outside your group, but today was a slow day, and with nothing else to do, you and the others had started shit-talking discussing your colleagues. Christina was in the middle of another tirade on Burke; you’d rolled your eyes at her, turned, and made eye contact with a man you could only describe as sex on legs. He tilted his head slightly at your staring, smirked, winked at you, then walked off.
“Oh my god, you’re drooling over McSteamy?” Christina’s voice drew you back, your mouth flapping open and shut for a few seconds. Alex scoffed before breaking into laughter; you kicked at his leg, muttering curses at him as Christina joined in. “Of all the men, McSteamy?! Really?”
“Ok, first of all, I’m not drooling over him; I don’t even know him,” you corrected, “and second, I just happen to admire his features.”
“Yeah, well, I wouldn’t bother with him; he’s Meredith's new squeeze,” George chimed in.
“He is not my squeeze!” Meredith had been mostly silent, barely paying mind to the conversation, but Geroge’s statement had burst through her bubble. She attempted to curve the conversation away or correct the statement but was unable to after Izzie and Christina teased her.
“Come on, Mer, McDreamy dumped you, so now you’re rebounding on McSteamy,” Izzie said, sipping her coffee with a side-eye cast on Meredith.
“No, he’s not; we’re just…I…it’s complicated!” she muttered, slumping back in her chair.
You all chuckled at her expense as she threw pieces of her sandwich at each of you; the relative peace of the moment was broken not long after when Dr. Bailey walked into the room. Hand on her hip, her eyebrow raised, you raised your hand to ask what she needed but were beat to it when she began delegating tasks to all of you. She directed you to shadow a doctor Mark Sloan; you glanced at her in confusion, inquiring on who that was. Dr. Bailey sighed, already appearing irked with you all, when Alex burst into laughter at your question, muttering something under her breath; Alex patted your shoulder and left. The others didn’t answer your question either. All of them, especially Christina, chuckled as they went; George stopped in front of you, taking you by the shoulders; he apologized before running off.
“What was that about?”
“God, if I know, I’m not invested enough in the gossip mill to care.” She responded, “Well, what are you still doing here? Go! Dr. Sloan’s waiting for you in room 306.”
You nodded. Speed walking away, holding the folder close, you rushed up the stairs, reading the room signs as you passed them. You let out a sigh of relief when you found room 306. The room was mostly empty - the sounds from the bathroom indicated the patient was busy - a man, doctor Sloan you presumed, had his back turned to you. His arms shuffled a bit as he noted something down.
You cleared your throat, “Uh, Dr. Sloan, Dr. Bailey assigned me as your intern for the day.” You opened the folder, “sorry I’ve never really heard of you until today; I was sick for–a–while—” The sentence died in your throat when you glanced up; Dr. Sloan had turned around as you’d been speaking, a smirk on his face as he took in your speechless composure. McSteamy was standing in front of you. McSteamy was also checking you out, rather blatantly.
“Damn, you’re even cuter up close.”
You smacked your head repeatedly against the lobby desk to the entertainment of Alex and Christina.
“Why does the universe hate me? I vowed I wouldn’t end up falling for my boss, but he’s so fucking hot,” you whined.
“Oh no, bad move. Never make a promise like that, especially here,” Christina told you.
“Yeah, everyone above us is pretty hot,” Alex added.
“Not helping, guys.” You carried on banging your head against the desk, “What am I supposed to do?”
“Fuck him.” Alex and Christina replied in unison. You gawked at them, eyes wide at their suggestion.
“I can’t fuck him; he’s my boss!”
“So? Crack a quickie or two; then you should be fine.”
“I—”
“Hey rookie, get up here, now,” McSteamy called out.
You pulled the finger at Christina and Alex as you walked away; as McSteamy came closer into view, you schooled yourself into some form of indifference. “You called Dr. Sloan.”
“Mark.”
“What?”
“You’re my intern rookie; you might as well call me by my name.”
You tried very hard not to fawn over the slight hint of dominance in his voice, “Alright, Mark, what do you need.”
“Our patient’s done with her bathroom trip; come on.”
The patient - Sylvia Cole - was a sweet older woman, practically loved by everyone at the hospital, even in her short time. You’d only known for barely an hour, but she was practically an angel; the poor thing had been in a bit of an accident and needed a full oral rehabilitation - dental implants requiring mandibular reconstruction. She couldn’t really speak much without inducing pain in her jaw, so she’d been writing words in her native German and showcasing them to the doctors. The surgery would present multiple complexities but should work out fine. You relayed this news to her; she scribbled something on her board, turning it around to you and Mark.
“Bitte,” you told her.
“You speak German?” Mark inquired, eyebrows raised.
“Yes, I took it as a minor in university.”
“Hmm. You sound sexy.”
You glanced away, avoiding his gaze as you continued to explain to Sylvia about her upcoming procedure; it didn’t help that Mark stood there, body leaning close to you as he watched you speak. His smirk grew wider when you fumbled over your words after he moved closer; Sylvia erased her board, furiously writing something on it. Mark didn’t understand what she’d written, but he could pick a hint. The stammering that poured from your mouth as you gestured between you and him was enough for him to patch the puzzle together.
“Frau Cole, wir sind nicht–”
Sylvia waved her hand giggling. For the second time that day, you found yourself smacking your head against a hard surface - the wall - as the rest of your friends laughed at your expense. Sylvia Cole managed through surgery; of course, that didn’t mean you stopped being her doctor. That meant you spent more time with Mark as you informed her family, dummed things down, and translated things, and each time the words came out of your mouth, you could practically feel the horny stare from Mark. Sylvia’s family - her daughter, daughter-in-law, and grandson - were all equally as sweet as the older woman; they also immensely enjoyed the board she communicated on. The grandson especially.
“Verstehen Sie das?” you asked after a long relay on Sylvia’s improving condition.
“Ja. Danke, dass du dich um meine Mutter kümmerst.” the daughter - Mila you remembered - thanked you. She shook both your hands, thanking you profusely.
“She’s thanking us, right?” Mark whispered.
“Yes,” you chuckled.
The grandson - Tommy - turned his attention on you and Mark then, “Mama, sind sie beiden verheiratet wie du und Mutti?”
You practically dropped your pen then, glancing between you and Mark once again, you conveyed that no, you were not married but were met with looks of disbelief from the family. Mark’s eyes darted between you, confused as he demanded to be privy to the conversation.
“Es tut mir leid,” Mila apologized; you waved your hand dismissively, assuring her it was alright. Mark didn’t let go of that once you left the family. He blocked your path, demanding to know what got you so flustered once again.
“Sylvia’s grandson thought we…were married….like his mothers.”
Mark’s expression beamed once he processed the words; side hugging you, he leaned his head down, “Well, rookie, I wouldn’t be against it. What say you and I get down to the chapel unless you’d rather a Vegas-style wedding.” You untangled yourself from him; you didn’t look back as his laugh boomed down the hallway; you found an empty patient’s room, placed your belongings down gently, and screamed your lungs out. Later at Meredith, Izzie, and Geroge’s, you screamed into a cushion, Mark Sloan was going to be the death of you.
Thankfully, you weren’t tied to Mark’s hip like Meredith was to Dr. Shepherd; unfortunately, though, that meant when you did get assigned to him, he was far more adamant about keeping at his side. It was both a blessing and a curse, a blessing because it meant you didn’t have to do as many coffee runs as Alex, and a curse because none of them would quit the teasing. It also meant you got a lot of alone time with him, which resulted in him doing things like leaning ever so close to you, like unnecessarily close, close enough for you to feel him breathing down your neck, and if you were standing, close rough for you to feel the hard-on he had around you.
You were actually in such a situation at the present moment, trying very hard not to pay attention to it, as Mark guided your hands on making coffee. How something simple as making coffee required the attention of an expert surgeon like himself, you didn’t know, and you weren’t going to question. The universe managed to give you some form of reprieve; it was three in the morning, the canteen was completely empty, and you were ninety-nine percent sure Mark was starting to hump against you. Actually, he was definitely humping, and you were definitely rocking your hips in response.
“Coffee goes there, milk’s already out, that’s good, you want something frothy, this time of night,” he muttered in your ear, “Slow down, sweetheart. We still gotta turn the machine on, don’t want something cold in your stomach, do you? You need something to warm you up.”
“I thought you were doing that, sir,” you breathed out, biting your lip to contain any moans that might come from you.
“Say that again. Call me sir again, sweetheart.”
You dropped the spoon in your hand and clutched onto the counter; Mark’s hands also dropped, one to your pants, palming your cock on the outside, the other up your shirt, twisting your hard nipples. “Come on, sweetheart, say what I wanna hear.”
“Yes, sir.” Your breaths came out in short huffs; you leaned back into Mark, and his other hand moved from your cock to your mouth. His fingers plugged your mouth shut as he continued to hump against you.
“Can’t have you waking whoever’s still here.” He whispered. After the hand on your nipples descended to the inside of your pants, he gripped your cock, squeezing it as he pumped it in quick succession; it wasn’t long before you cummed into his hand; he turned you over, hand still in your pants. “Good boy.”
“My locker’s got a few spare pants; they should fit you pretty well; there’s a belt in there if it doesn’t.” He told you, moving away, he smacked your ass as you left the canteen. The pants did not fit snuggly, so you were forced to take the belt, shoved your cum stained pants into a plastic bag, and tossed them into your bag. Your legs felt like jelly. You weren’t really walking all that funny; more so, you were trying to get your legs to wake up again.
“What are you doing?” Meredith asked.
“What? Nothing, I’m….strolling?”
“Was that a question?”
“No. Maybe. Yes.” You responded, “I may have had a sort of nighttime quickie with McSteamy in the canteen.”
“In the cante–people eat there, you know that, right? People eat there.”
“We didn’t make a mess; most of it was in my pants,” you admitted, “fuck.”
“Don’t feel bad. Derek and I once had sex in a patient’s room.”
“At least that would’ve gotten clean if Dr. Bailey found out I had sex in the canteen, she’ll have my head.”
Meredith chuckled, “You’ll be fine. Besides, I don’t blame you; McSteamy is pretty hot.”
You agreed. You made the mistake of not swearing Meredith to secrecy before you left the hospital; Izzie practically congratulated you when you returned. You glared at Meredith, who shrugged her arms in response; you groaned in frustration, laying your head in your hands, and grumbled. Your moment of grumbling was cut short when a finger poked you in the shoulder, you looked over to the culprit, George pointed ahead, Mark stood by the lobby, kissing the air at you, he lifted the coffee in his hand in the air a bit. When he lowered it down, he patted his pants and winked before leaving you there with five surgeons with a lot of questions. Your prayers for escape were answered when Dr. Shepherd called for your assistance; you practically jumped at it despite your lack of time in the Pediatric Unit; you practically jumped at it.
“Thank you, Dr. Shepherd; you have no idea how much a lifesaver you were.”
She laughed, “I can guess. I saw the look Mark gave you this morning, the pat on his pants, cocky little smirk; you’re practically craving him, aren’t you?”
You glanced away, “I–well–yes. God, he doesn’t make it easy.”
“No, he does not.” You side-eyed her, unsure of her last statement; now, granted, you didn’t know what relationship Mark and Dr. Shepherd had now, but you were silently hoping it was of the romantic variety as you would like to have the chance for that yourself. “Don’t worry, I’m not interested in chasing after him again; even if I was, I doubt I could compete.”
“Now, are we done discussing Mark Sloan?”
“I suppose we are.”
“Good, because Angie over here needs our full attention. Angie here’s got a collapsed lung, and her mother’s down in ICU after an intense C-section; we’re scheduled to drain the air in a few hours, so keep your head clear and avoid Mark. Believe me, when I say, you don’t want to scrub in with him running through your head.”
“Yes, Dr. Shepherd.”
She smiled, “Good.”
If the rest of the day had gone by as nicely as your interaction with her had been, you’d have been on cloud nin regardless of whether or not you got a date with Mark. But good things don’t always happen. Angie’s mother started bleeding internally when you were in the OR; you and Dr. Shepherd were busy celebrating and congratulating each other that you barely noticed the grim look on the nurse who ran in. She lamented Angie’s mother was not doing so well and was touch and go at the moment, Dr. Shepherd delegated you to the care of Angie as she went to check on the baby’s mother. Angie was adorable, a little tiny, but adorable. Her hand curled around your finger; her progress had been excellent in the past hour. You sang the german alphabet to her, cooing words of encouragement in between the letters. Her grip wasn’t firm, but it would get there one day.
“You know she can’t understand what you’re saying?” You shrugged at Mark’s question as he entered the room.
“I find it comforting, so maybe she might too; besides, I didn’t want to sit here in silence.”
“Silence can be good,” he retorted.
“Mark Sloan, we are in the Pediatric Unit; if you so much as think of uttering anything along the lines of flirtation, I will have Dr. Shepherd on your ass.”
“Which one?”
“Both of them.”
“Alright, sweetheart, you win.”
You sat side by side; Mark’s eyes were glued on you, his chin in his hand - he leaned forward to admire you as you repeated the song from the beginning. Dr. Shepher returned with Alex during your fifth round of the song, glancing between you and Mark with curiosity; she excused you both and took over. Alex gave you a thumbs up as you left; his left hand formed an ‘o’, and he pushed his index finger in and out of its center. You signaled his death with angry faces and a swiping motion across your neck - he chuckled to himself. You and Mark walked down the halls together; he led you off the path to a broom closet. “Wow, this reminds me of my high school days, making out with the hot guys in the closets.” And make out you did. Mark, had you shoved against one of the walls as you kissed, the breaths between you becoming steamy. His hand gripped your ass tight, fingers just on the hem of your, well, his pants.
He shoved his leg in between your legs, moving you up and down in an effort to have you ride his thigh. You held onto him, warning him these were his pants, and you were not stripping naked because he made you cum in the only pants you had. He grunted, putting a stop to the impromptu thigh riding; he opted instead to go for your neck. You clutched onto him, mewls and moans spilling from your mouth as he bit his way around your neck; your hands weaved through his hair, tugging at it lightly when he bit particularly hard. He ventured down a bit to your chest but left it alone and returned to your neck. He moved back to rest his head against yours sometime after; you panted alongside him, arms holding desperately in fear you might collapse on jelly legs.
“That–that was–”
“Hot?” Mark supplied the word.
You nodded, “I hope you realize that I need a date first if you want me in your bed.”
“Anything for you, sweetheart.”
End Note:
I have a soft spot in my heart for Mark Sloan, so if I have to write the fanfics for him myself then fine, imma do it.
#mark sloan x male reader#grey's anatomy imagine#feel free to correct me on the inaccurate medical aspects if there be any#mark sloan x reader
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Male werewolf x trans male reader (nsfw)
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Commission #5 out of 5! That means I’ve written 21,271 words in total this week (according to Scrivener). Ooof! I’m gonna go sit down now... (this is my second go at posting this because the formatting was off the first time. Tumblr, pls stop and let me post the werewolf boyfriend story. This is literally the werewolf boyfriend website)
Anyway, thank you lovely commissioner for trusting me with your prompt, and for checking it over for me before I shared it here, since I’m not trans.
Contents: trans male reader, injury and mention of blood to our werewolf-spirit, a very expensive gift, oral sex (no specific words used for reader’s anatomy), non-penetrative sex, visible werewolf knot, fluffy ending
Wordcount: 4407
With a forager’s bag slung across your shoulder and a woven basket hooked over your arm, you swigged the last dregs of your morning tea down and darted towards the door. The bounty of a new autumn day beckoned, and the forest around your cottage would be bursting with fruit and mushrooms at this time of year.
You tugged open the door, the reluctant hinges groaning at you, took a single step outside, and froze. At first you thought that the enormous creature sprawled quite literally across the doorstep was a bear, but as you stared dumbstruck at the too-long limbs and the thick, grey-brown coat, and the shaggy, lupine tail, your heart stopped beating. This was something supernatural.
The thought of stepping silently back into the safety of your stone cottage, closing the door, and staying inside until it went away flashed across your mind, but almost before you could process what you were doing, you had dropped the basket at the threshold and stepped over the creature’s outstretched left arm to walk around to its side.
It was still breathing, though the sound had an unhealthy, wet whistle to it, like a punctured blacksmith’s bellows, and there was blood matting the thick fur on its left side where the short, stocky shaft of a crossbow bolt was cruelly embedded in its ribs.
“Oh,” you gasped, hand rising to your lips even as horror plunged right through you at the sight of it. Blood still seeped around the shaft, and something silver glinted beneath the fur. You looked anew at the creature and wondered if it was a werewolf. “If you are and that’s silver, it’ll be fatal if I don’t get it out,” you muttered, kneeling and bringing your fingertips carefully to the creature’s side. “No way I can move you though,” you added, glancing at the creature’s long, powerful, solid legs and at the breadth of its shoulders and the muscles on its arms, visible beneath the thick, coarse fur that covered its body.
At the sound of your voice, the creature’s left ear flicked and it rumbled a growl at you.
“Easy now,” you said through gritted teeth. “I’m trying to help you here.”
The growling did cease, but the way it petered out made you think that perhaps they’d just run out of breath.
“I can work with that,” you said to yourself. “I’m going to get my bag, and I’m going to get this nasty thing out of you, alright?”
You hurried back inside, removed the empty foraging bag from your shoulders and skidded to a halt beside the bookshelf. Among all the tomes on herbs and plants and mushrooms, there was a reference book about supernatural entities. You knew they existed — you'd lived in the woods too long to doubt that there was more than the mundane out there — but you’d never actually thought to encounter anything, let alone find the supernatural bleeding out in your own back yard.
Puffing the air from your lungs, you rallied your courage and opened the leather-bound book to the section on ‘lycanthropy’. Silver was indeed poisonous to them, but the book said it caused the skin and fur to smoke and burn, neither of which you’d seen in the creature outside. Perhaps it was only steel, but you thought the colour was wrong for that. You’d seen the blacksmith forging her blades of bright, greyish steel, and you glanced over at a silver penny pendant that hung in your window for luck. The tone of the pendant was different, brighter and whiter than the steel, and the same hue as the tip of the crossbow bolt.
“Not a werewolf then?” you frowned, but that didn’t change the fact that whatever it was, it was slowly bleeding out on your doorstep.
With the supplies you’d need hastily gathered, you went back outside to find that the creature had rolled a little more onto its good side, exposing the black shaft of the bolt, and a bit more of its face and chest.
Lupine rather than ursine in its features, it opened its black eyes and gazed dolorously up at you, half-heartedly baring huge canines on one side.
“Hey,” you scolded. “Here to help, remember. That looks like silver, but you don’t seem overly bothered by it…”
The creature scoffed a laugh at you.
“I mean, aside from the fact that it’s punched a hole in your ribs and you’re bleeding to death,” you said, and again, the creature huffed at you.
Then, just as you knelt down in the dirt beside it, the creature spoke. Its voice was low and rough, like an avalanche in the distance, and the words were clearly slurred with pain. “You’re right. Not… a werewolf.”
“Oh,” you breathed. “You can talk… If you’re not a werewolf, what are you?”
“I am… an aspect… of the forest itself,” the creature ground out around a mouthful of sharp teeth.
You blinked, half wishing you hadn’t asked. “Right. Well, I guess I’d better get this bolt out of you all the same, huh?”
“If you would be so kind,” the creature said with a dry note of humour to its gravelly voice that made you relax just a fraction.
You gave a quiet warning as you prepared to take the bolt out, and the wolf-like creature nodded in readiness. All in all, the procedure went as well as you could have hoped for, and there was a neat row of stitches pinching the slate grey skin together in no time at all.
“Thank you,” the wolfish entity said, laying its head back down on the path and breathing steadily for a few minutes before casting you a sidelong look. “I interrupted your morning,” they said wryly.
“Yeah, no shit,” you laughed, eyeing the formerly-clean swatch of linen you’d used to staunch the bleeding. “But that’s alright. The berries and hazelnuts will be there tomorrow.”
“And thanks to you, so will I.”
Something akin to pride kindled in your ribcage at that, and you smiled. “The forest has been good to me since I came here,” you shrugged. “About time I returned the favour. What should I call you, by the way?”
The creature blinked slowly, apparently surprised. “I have had a few names in my life, but not many of them have been kindly given by humans — Hunger, Strife, Sheep-Thief, and… worse.”
“Never too late to buck the trend,” you said with another twitch of your shoulder. For all the warnings those names implied, you felt no fear when you looked at the creature; only curiosity, and an odd sense of kinship you couldn’t define. “You hungry? I’ve got some smoked venison that I got from the butcher yesterday. We can think of a new name for you while you get your strength back.”
Your deliberate and relentless optimism seemed to rub off on the creature, because they heaved a huge sigh and smiled in a ‘do as you please’ kind of gesture, tail thumping ever so slightly against the path while you went to fetch some food.
“Here,” you said, returning to sit cross-legged beside them on the dirt outside your cottage. They had managed to heave their body out of that undignified sprawl, but they were still lying down on one side. You sliced off pieces of the smoked venison from the haunch on the wooden board and held them out one by one for the wolf-spirit to take with their clawed, paw-like hand. They didn't eat particularly elegantly, but there was something rather adorable about a creature the size of a grizzly bear taking strips of meat from your hand.
“You know,” you said, “I thought you were a dead bear when I opened the door. Gave me quite the surprise.”
They laughed at that, dark eyes glinting. “Wouldn't be the first time.”
“People have mistaken you for a dead bear before?”
Again, the wolf-like creature laughed, but the sound cut off into a brief but high whimper as the wound on their side flared with pain. “No,” they grunted. “Not a dead one, at least.”
“Maybe we should call you ‘Beorn’ this time.”
They tilted their head, big, triangular ears listening to the sound on your lips, and then they nodded. “My mother used to joke that her boy was born a bear instead of a wolf,” he said quietly after a moment. “The name is more fitting than you realised.”
“Beorn it is then,” you said, feeling just a little emotional. “How quickly do forest spirits heal, anyway? I’m pretty good with humans, but I’m in uncharted territory with your kind.”
“I’ll be well again in no time,” he said.
“Who shot you with that anyway?” you asked as you stared at the dart that lay abandoned in the grass beside you, its bloody, silver tip glinting like a lost fang. “Will they come looking for you?”
He shook his head and eyed the venison again. You sheared off another piece for him and he took it gratefully before answering. “I don’t think so. They were werewolf hunters by the look of them —”
“— explains the silver,” you interjected and he nodded.
“And why they shot at me. They say my kind are what sorcerers modelled their curse on when they created werewolves, thousands of years ago.”
“Huh,” you breathed.
When the venison was almost all gone, Beorn looked a little guilty. “Thank you for sharing your food with me,” he said. “I fear I’ve deprived you of something valuable.”
He had, but you weren’t about to tell him it’d cost you a small fortune, or that you’d planned to make the preserved meat last through most of the coming winter. “Eh, don’t worry about it. The forest will provide, right?”
Beorn fixed you with a steady look but said nothing. He heaved himself up, first onto all fours, and then, using the stone wall of your cottage, onto his hind legs. Standing like that, he must have been nearly seven feet tall, and as you looked up at him, you felt your mouth go a little bit dry. He was obviously still extraordinarily powerful despite his injury, and the way the claws on his hind paws dug into the earth and his chest filled as he inhaled did strange things to your equilibrium.
You swallowed, waiting nervously to see what would happen next, and he offered you a smile that was quite literally wolfish before looking over his shoulder towards the nearby trees.
“Wait,” you croaked. “You’re not leaving like that, are you?”
“No,” he said. “I was going to sit a while in the sun and recover my strength, if you will permit the trespass a little longer?”
“Stay as long as you like,” you smiled. “I live in your woods, don’t I?”
He just smiled at that. “Don’t wait around on my account,” he said after a moment. “The day is still fairly young, and I’ve held you up long enough.”
“If you’re sure you don’t mind?”
He moved to sit beneath your kitchen window, lounging with his long hind legs splayed, his left bent at the knee so he could hunch protectively over his injury while the other stretched out. He flexed his paws, dark claws glinting in the sunlight, and laid his head back against the stone wall just beneath the windowsill.
“You… want me to bring you anything?” you asked him, as though you were going to the village shop and thought he might want a bagel or a pint of milk.
He cracked his eyes open again and smiled. “I can always be won over by a blackberry or two. There are some out near the stream now, but be careful. The moss and algae has grown over the banks and made it slippery. I had to haul a young fawn out of there not long ago.”
The image of him grabbing a slender little deer by the belly and lifting it out of the gully was almost too much for you to take without making an undignified squeak, so you just grinned at him and nodded. “I’ll be careful.”
Three hours later, you came back to find him gone, and you tried not to let the sudden barb of disappointment sting too much. After all, he wasn’t some stray dog that had come limping into your yard for help. He was a forest spirit.
You eyed the spot where he’d been lying though, and set a large handful of blackberries down on the flattened grass, just in case.
In the morning, the berries were gone, but in their place was something of such value that you could hardly take in what you were seeing. It didn’t look like much, but you knew it was worth a king’s ransom. “No way,” you breathed, stepping over to the small, dark brown, lumpy, spherical object and crouching down. You swallowed.
A twig snapped behind you and you whipped around, losing your balance and sitting down hard on the damp ground. Beorn was standing on his hind legs at the edge of the path, and if he was injured anymore, you couldn’t see it.
“Beorn,” you breathed, and then looked back to where a specimen of the rarest and most expensive truffle in the whole world sat on your doorstep like it was just another autumn mushroom. “Do you know what this is?”
He tilted his head and smiled, baring his huge, thick canines. He leaned his elbow on the fence post of the paddock that you hoped one day would contain a goat and some geese. “Of course I know what it is. You humans are always hunting through the forest for them.”
“They’re… They’re more expensive than gold, Beorn!”
“You shared your food with me, and deprived yourself of your winter stores just so that I could eat and heal, and you never looked for anything in return. If I happen to know where to find a few of these, then that’s only fair in my eyes. Now you can sell it in town.”
“Where am I going to say I got it?” you asked, still sitting stunned on the ground. “They’ll think I’m hiding the secret!” In fact, if you sold it in the capital, you could probably get enough for it to buy a whole forest of your own. You’d be richer than half the aristocracy in the land. Dizziness swept over you and you started to laugh.
He approached you then, walking on his hind legs, talons just pricking into the earth and flexing slightly with each step. He halted in front of you and held out his enormous, paw-like hand. He had rough pads like a wolf, but his fingers and thumb were humanoid in shape, though they had curved, black claws. You slid your hand into his and let him haul you carefully to your feet again.
“You’re… healed?” you asked, eyeing the spot on his side where the crossbow bolt had been only the previous day.
Beorn nodded. His dark eyes glinted softly in the morning light, and somehow he didn't seem quite real anymore. It was as though he might vanish if you blinked or looked away too long, and you tightened your grip on his hand. He rumbled something that was somewhere between a sigh and a purr, and then laughed softly.
“I can’t believe you brought me a truffle,” you laughed. “You could have brought me a deer to feed me or something, but no. You bring me a truffle.”
“I can take it back if you like,” he said with an easy chuckle. “There are wild boar in the forest who would very much enjoy devouring that for breakfast…”
“No!” you yelped, playfully putting yourself between the stupendously expensive mushroom and the terrifying forest spirit who could probably just bite your entire head off with a single snap of his jaws. He laughed, the sound deep and rich as it rose from his belly and he tipped his head back, tail swishing from side to side.
“Oh, I like you,” he said when his mirth had faded. “I like you a lot. I’m glad we met, human.”
“I’m not glad you got hurt, but I’m glad we met too,” you said. “And not just because of the truffle. Gods, I could buy my own castle with that.”
He froze and then his ears swivelled back just a little. “Would you… leave?” he asked.
“No,” you said without a second thought. “I earned this place — this peace,” you said with a growl of your own to match the fierceness in the wolf you saw before you. “I wouldn’t change any of it for anything. You’re stuck with me, Beorn. Friend for life.”
His shoulders dropped a few inches and he sighed softly. The trees around the cottage swayed and sighed too, and the whole forest seemed to let go of a tense breath with it. “May I visit you from time to time?” he asked.
A grin spread across your face and you nodded. “As often as you like. After you disappeared yesterday, I kind of thought that was it,” you admitted. “I mean… You’re a forest spirit — I wasn’t sure how much you’d want to hang around with a boring old human.”
“I’d very much like to spend time with you,” he said, his voice dipping low and warm. “And you’re anything but boring.” Before he could go on though, one of his large, triangular ears flicked back and he tensed with a growl. “Someone’s coming up the path. I should not be seen with you.”
“Come back tonight?” you asked, even as he spun on the spot and darted for the trees on all fours, moving like a shadow. He was out of sight in a handful of heartbeats and you ducked inside to get something to put the stupidly expensive truffle in. No point in advertising that you had something that valuable just lying around, even if the inhabitants of the nearby village were the gentlest, kindest folk you could ever have hoped to meet.
After three nights spent talking with Beorn — the first sitting outside in the surprisingly balmy autumn air, and the second two inside your own house, with him stretched out on the hearthrug, soaking up the heat of the fire in luxurious bliss — you decided to take the truffle to the city. It would be a long journey to travel the King’s Road around the ancient, sacred forest, and Beorn instead offered to guide you through the heart of it to save you weeks of unnecessary tramping.
“You’re sure the forest won’t… object?” you asked as you packed your bag one morning and he sat on his haunches like a hound near the door. He always liked to keep one ear on the forest nearby if he could, as though expecting trouble or looking for an easy way out. He was, after all, a wild spirit. He seemed comfortable enough in your presence, but being inside the stone walls of your cottage for too long made him twitchy.
“With my blessing and friendship, you could travel freely through the whole forest alone, and nothing would dare harm you.”
“You’re kidding?”
“No,” he said, and the simple truth of it almost moved you to tears.
“Well… thanks,” you mumbled, blinking rapidly as you stuffed a spare shirt into your pack.
You moved together through territory you knew on that first day, but he led you to a secret, mossy glen that night. You were so tired, you almost fell asleep with your pack on, but he helped you make a camp and a little fire to boil water for tea, and when the night grew chilly, he curled up around you and let you rest with your back against his ribs and your cloak pulled up around your chin. You fell asleep there, and woke stiff and achy in the morning, but gloriously warm.
That became the pattern of your days in the forest with Beorn: you ate a breakfast of wild berries and nuts when your bread rations ran out, and he guided you through the most beautiful country you’d ever seen: thundering, white waterfalls plunging down into mossy crevasses that seemed to swallow the river whole; groves of autumn aspen that rained leaves down around you like a shower of little gold coins; bramble thickets so old and so dense that nothing grew beneath them and the thorns were as large as your hand and each blackberry was the size of an apple. Finally, on your last night before you reached the edge of the forest on the southern side, he took you to a grove where fireflies danced and spiralled with blue-green will-o-the-wisp fairies.
You crouched with him at the edge of the clearing, hardly daring to breathe as the lights winked and sparkled, coiling and twisting in and out of each other in an endlessly varied choreography. Beorn placed his palm at the small of your back to steady you, and you leaned further into his touch as the performance continued.
Eventually, on some intangible cue, the fireflies and fairies all rushed upwards towards the opening in the canopy above, speeding out like sparks from a campfire into the night, and leaving you and Beorn alone in the mossy glen.
“That was incredible,” you whispered when you finally got your breath back.
“I thought you would enjoy that,” he said. He surprised you by lowering his great wolf’s head and nuzzling his cheek against your shoulder. He rumbled a soft moan and closed his eyes.
You turned to look at him and brought your hand slowly to his cheek. “You’re so beautiful, Beorn,” you murmured. You hadn’t meant to speak your thoughts, and the moment you did, he froze. Before you could call the words back or formulate some lie to cover your embarrassment, Beorn sighed happily once more.
“I don’t think a human has ever called me ‘beautiful’ before,” he said with a shy laugh. His big, dark eyes stared intently at you in the dark, and you felt a prickle of arousal go through you. He inhaled and then nuzzled against you again.
“Beorn…” you gasped, your fingers tightening in his fur, tugging. “I… I want you…”
With another whining moan, he let his teeth rake over your throat, his tongue hot and wet against the cool night air on your skin, and you gasped, exposing your neck to him.
He growled at you and lowered you down onto your back, your cloak spread out beneath you amid the soft moss. “I want… I want to taste you,” he said in a deep, rough voice. His hands gripped your waist and you found your legs parting for him almost without a second thought. “Will you let me?”
“Gods, yes,” you grunted, and helped him undo the belt at your waist. He drew off your clothes delicately with his claws and your skin prickled into goosebumps.
He ran the rough pads of his paw-like hands up the inside of your thighs, his jaws loosely parted. He was panting slightly and you could see his white teeth glinting in the moonlight. He pressed his cold, wet nose against you and you jerked and bucked as he let his hot, rasping tongue lave over you; tasting you, savouring you.
His talon-tipped fingers tightened on your thighs, claws pricking, holding your legs open for him as he got to work. After a few strokes, his eyes rolled closed and he let out a deep, low-frequency growl that went right through you. He lavished attention on you until you were shaking and gasping, and he was unrelenting.
“Beorn, I’m going to come,” you gasped and his teeth just nudged against your skin for a moment, adding a perfect counterpoint to the rolling heat of his tongue and his breath. “You’re going to make me come.”
He hadn’t once stopped growling, and you weren’t sure he could speak until he grunted and removed his left hand from your thigh. You just about had enough strength to raise your head behind the pleasure buzzing through you, and you looked down the length of your body to see that he was working his own cock in his hand while still letting his tongue toy with you. Thick, red, and leaking all over his fingers, dripping freely onto the moss between his knees, his cock was hard and there was a knot forming at the base. He squeezed his hand around it but he leaned down over you again and you saw stars as his cold nose pressed against you with an insistent eagerness.
“Come for me,” he snarled through bared teeth. “Come for me.”
A few seconds later, your back arched and you came against the heat of his mouth. He spilled a heartbeat after you did, and you cracked an eye open to watch him throw his head back and howl.
Unabashed, he broadcast his pleasure to the forest, and you lay there and watched his cock pulse and spurt over his knuckles as he gripped the swollen knot hard. He made such a beautiful mess of himself, and he never took his other hand off your leg, keeping himself grounded through the roaring pleasure that tore through him in waves.
When he finally stopped coming, the howl faded from his throat, and he let his head drop down to regard you. He was breathing like he’d just raced across the forest, and his pupils were blown black and wide.
“You’re perfect,” he said. “Gods, but you’re perfect.”
You laughed quietly, fondly, and lay there dazed and sensitive and satisfied.
“Come back to me?” he asked in a whisper as he lay down beside you a while later and pulled you tight against his chest.
“What do you mean? I’m right here…”
You felt him shake his head a little. “When you’re done in the city. Will you come back to me?”
“Of course I will,” you promised, half-twisting in his embrace to look up at him. “Anyway, it’s all your fault that I’m going to the city with the world’s most expensive mushroom in my pocket!”
He laughed and held you tight, and when you parted at the edge of the forest the next day, he told you he would wait for you there until you returned.
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Hi! I was wondering if could do an Eddie Diaz request.
eddie meets reader at a hospital when the 118 drop a victim off because she’s a doctor there. she’s a new attending and as he comes more and more they get closer with each visit and she asks him out. they’ve been dating a few months when the hospital goes on lockdown and he gets a call from the reader. she’s crying as she says her goodbyes and that’s all i can think of but happy ending please 🥺😁
falling in reverse - e.d
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eddie diaz x reader
a/n: this got pretty deep… this is also inspired by the hospital shooting episodes of greys anatomy, which were written so well. please note this and decide if you want to continue because this is not just something that happens in tv. it’s talked about in the media but there is not nearly enough change that needs to be happening. be aware of the resources in your area and stay. educated. thank you for the request, love 🩶
the whole team arrives back to the station after a quick call. bobby came out of the passengers seat as everyone else came out of the back, putting their gear back up and heading upstairs. eddie runs his hands back down his pockets, checking to make sure the small box was still inside. he opens it up and is bombarded with the shine of the bright diamond that is sat inside the velvet.
he smiles at the thought of it, finally being ready to say those 4 quick, but massive words. he’s been preparing himself and even christopher, and he decided he was ready. there’s no one he wants more than y/n. he completely cherished her inside and out, making sure to admire every single part of her. every time he thought about her the butterflies fluttered in his stomach like he was back in middle school. he couldn’t imagine a more perfect outcome than her being in his arms every night. eddie has struggled immensely with relationships and connections after losing shannon, feeling like everything he touches just disintegrates through his fingers. he knew the first time he saw her that it wasn’t just quick fling, it was intensely love swimming over him.
eddie sped through the streets to pull up the the ER entrance with his, hens, and chimneys patient in the back. he had been severely bleeding from his abdomen and had to be extracted from a burning workplace.
eddie turned the sirens off, climbed out the drivers seat, and yanked open the back doors of the ambulance. he unlocked the wheels of the gurney and helped to pull it down. the flood of nurses came rushing out along with several different doctors in trauma scrubs.
one doctor came following out, pulling her hair back and tying it up as she slid her blue gloves on. “what do we got?” she asks.
“tyler rodrigues, male, 32,” eddie starts saying. “probable internal bleeding and third degree burns on lower extremities, BPs stable.
“alright, get him into trauma two, page plastics and ortho, sanchez, get that ultrasound up and running immediately!” she says, handing out demands to the interns in different colored scrubs.
eddie definitely is not the type of guy to take an interest of someone when he’s working or worse- when they’re both working. but the way she handled herself and the way she spoke to those patients had him in a trance. she was also beautiful, her hair fell perfectly around her face and she moved around so gracefully.
she walked out of the sliding doors of the trauma room, discarding her covering gown and sauntered over to the three first responders at the front desk. hen elbows eddie in his ribs, “careful, diaz, she’s coming this way.”
“w-what?” he mumbles and looks back to see her making her way over with a smile on her face.
“just act normal.”
“chimney…” she begins, and chim pulls her into a hug. “how is everything, you feeling good?”
“no stab wounds, no rebar, i’m living the life,” chimney smiles and pulls away as hen whispers to eddie.
“she was his surgeon when he got hurt,” hen informs.
“and i cant forget about miss henrietta wilson!” she comes over and wraps her arms around her. they exchange quick conversation about their lives, karen and denny. “and diaz?”
eddie’s face drops and he swears he’s as red as a tomato. he doesn’t remember ever meeting her, even when chimney was stabbed by doug. “yeah, ha-have we met?”
“no, not properly,” y/n tells him. “i saw your name tag,” she says with a bright smile and eddie blushes a little. he thought he grew out of the awkward crush stage, but guess not.
“right,” he laughs. “eddie diaz, 118.”
“dr. y/n y/l/n, it’s nice to finally speak to you,” she slips out. “or meet you! sorry, i’ve just seen you come in a few times.”
“don’t worry about it,” he grins and they all look down at the prominent beeping noise coming from her waistband.
“well, i have a surgery so i’ll see you guys later?” they all nod and begin to turn away. “nice seeing you, eddie.”
eddie trails behind the partners, with a small smirk on his face. “oh he’s got it bad,” hen says.
“that woman saved my life and i think she forgot we were there,” chimney says, with his head down as they pile back into the aid car.
eddie stamped back up the stairs, pulling out his phone from his bag when he got there. everyone was crowded around the kitchen island, talking about the call or their own thoughts. eddie was facing his own nightmare when he saw the notifications flashed on his screen.
y/n/n: 11:34
12 missed calls
he rapidly unlocked his phone, smashing in the password numbers and checking his texts and voicemails. his face dropped when he saw the one remaining voice mail from y/n.
one unread voice message from y/n/n at 11:41
he quickly moved himself away from everyone, barricading himself in the corner. he shakily pressed play on the voice message, loudly. he didn’t care if anyone heard.
“hey, baby,” she starts, quietly and shakily. “i know you’re probably on a call, but i wanted you to listen to me. i don’t want you to freak out or anything yet, but, um, i think someone has a gun. im doing everything i can, but i had to call you and tell you how much i love you…” she breathes and deeply exhales. “i love you more than anyone and i’d do anything for you. i love you so, so much, eddie. i know what you’d say, don’t think this way but i had to say my goodbye just in case… in case i don’t make it out of here. you’re in my heart forever, eddie.”
eddie has no tears in his eyes from the pure terror. she’s alone in this building and has no idea what might be on the other side. he stares at the wall, and the ringing in his ears becomes severe and he feels like he was hit by a car. the whole team overheard, drowning in their own fear as well. the noises of the TV were spat out at them.
“we have breaking news to interrupt our regular programs, several shots have been fired at LA general hospital and an active shooter warning has been sent out-“
everyone’s mouths were gaped open, looking directly at eddie who is already sprinting out of the station and into the engine. he knows they’ll be called soon anyway, so why not get a head start? and everyone follows him, getting into the engine.
eddie plays the message on repeat, looking for any little details and hope. the second they arrived on scene, eddie barely gave the engine time to stop before he was out. his mind was in complete fight mode, which almost gave him the impulse to run in and find his soon to be fiancé.
gathered around the hospital are multiple SWAT trucks and tens of police units. they were coming in and out, and eddie almost dropped to his knees when he heard the three words, “suspect in custody.”
the hospital was eerily silent. it was terrifying to y/n, as it was always busy and loud and now, there wasn’t even beeping of machines or hissing of intubation. it was like the whole world stopped. she had ran into the bathroom of a patient, not leaving the room for any reason. locate, lockdown. the four L’s were speeding through her mind in a desperate fight to survive. when you get the training, you assume it’ll never happen to you. but it can.
she was splattered with blood from the bank in a desperate attempt to save herself if needed, but then found herself locked in the small room. her mind had almost become a blur, waiting forever to get the all clear before she heard the SWAT teams come into the room and help lead her out. her eyes were glued to the ceiling to avoid any contact with the horror ensuing.
she had finally been confronted with the fresh california air, walking outside and looking around for anyone she knew. her hands were fallen loosely around her sides, but her posture was stiff.
meanwhile, behind the yellow tapes and barriers, eddie was attempting to get inside to find y/n, having no idea that she was almost right in front of him. “i swear to god, athena, i need to get in there and find her, i have no clue where she is and i need her to be ok, so please,” he rapidly spits out when he feels bobby place a calm hand on his shoulder.
“eddie,” he says, turning his attention to the fearful woman standing in the middle of the parking lot. he’d been waiting for hours for her to be evacuated, the process feeling like years.
when eddie adjusts himself and focuses his eyes, he pulls his stapled feet off the ground and walks over to y/n with his hands out shortly. she sees him coming up, sighing out of exhaustion and was finally in repose. her eyes were red and tired, filled with non-stop tears that were subconsciously falling down her cheeks.
“eddie?” she practically whispers.
“yeah, honey, it’s me,” he replies, stepping in closer as she falls into his embrace. “it’s ok, you’re gonna be ok, you’re safe,” he murmurs sweet comforts into her ear and places his hand on the back of her head. her shivering hands were placed against his back.
being able to fall against him and cry on his shoulder almost erased all of y/n’s thoughts. she knew she did everything she had to do, and now was the last step. live
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