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cas-kingdom · 2 years

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'ouch. That must've hurt' for the five line fanfic please? :)

“Ouch. That must’ve hurt.”

“Are you being sarcastic?” you asked, biting the inside of your cheek.

Owen rose a brow as he pulled on a pair of surgical gloves, not quite catching the hint of frustration in your tone. Or, if he did, he passed it off as pain from the countless lacerations along the soles of your feet and palms of your hands. You were sat on the edge of a hospital bed, your legs crossed in front of you and hands cradled in your lap. It was obvious that you weren’t in the mood for medical attention.

“Why would I be sarcastic? Does it not hurt?” Owen asked, offering a smile. Your head wasn’t lifted enough to see so he dropped it, instead bending his knees and lowering himself a little in front of the bed to peer closer at your injuries.

You switched from biting your cheek to clenching your jaw against the miniscule pricks and stings you could feel on your body. “Where’s Dad?” you asked around gritted teeth.

“Derek’s in surgery, so unfortunately you’ve got me.” He tried another smile, making sure to catch your eye this time, but the moment you did you looked away, your eyes wet with tears you evidently didn’t want him to see. He schooled his features and cleared his throat, well aware that your unsettled countenance was more than your pain and your father not being here. It was something that had gone mostly unspoken today. “He’ll be done in an hour or so, kiddo,” he reassured you, squeezing your calf, “don’t worry. I’ll have you in one piece before then.”

A corner of your lips twitched upwards but he could tell it was forced. With a few quiet words to the nurse in the room he was given an antiseptic wipe and a pair of tweezers which he put to the side for now. With a hand on your calf again, he tested pulling it slightly towards him, thankfully a movement you complied with. He stretched one of your legs out towards him, the one he’d seen dripping the most blood, and rested your heel on his knee. The bottom of your foot was littered with tiny nicks and longer cuts, small glinting pieces wedged inside the majority of them. Owen frowned and tilted his head, gently probing your foot.

“What exactly did you say happened?” he asked quietly.

“I cut myself on glass.”

“Glass from where?”

“Does it matter?”

With one deep sigh, Owen sat back on his heels and looked up at you. You were pitiful, sat there with your bleeding hands and feet, your cheeks red and your eyes noticeably puffy. “Yeah, Y/N, it does,” he said, gently but firmly. “You’ve got lots of wounds...you’re gonna need a few stitches...I—”

It was then that you broke, your face contorting into one of mental agony as you squeezed your eyes shut and brought your shaking hands up to wipe at your eyes before you remembered they were injured. You ducked your head instead, an attempt to hide your tears, but Owen refused to let that happen.

Today marked one year. One year since Mark Sloan’s death. One year since each member of the surgical staff at Grey Sloan waved goodbye to a part of their lives. One year since he’d passed in his bed, you asleep beside him, as his heart stopped and yours only beat faster.

Derek had rightly been uncomfortable with leaving you home that morning, knowing you wouldn’t fare well alone with your thoughts all day, so you’d begrudgingly tagged along to the hospital and had been sat in the surgeons’ common room for hours since, where you could be discreetly watched. It was with that in mind that Owen wondered exactly what kind of situation could have occurred within that time. He asked himself in the back of his mind if you’d done it purposefully, but it didn’t seem like that kind of instance, something he was glad for.

“Sweetheart...” he muttered as he gently dropped your leg and stood straight. He sat beside you and cautiously put an arm around you, squeezing your upper arm in comfort. “Do you need someone to talk to?”

You sniffed and reached down to slowly pull your rolled-up leggings past your knees. Knees that were bleeding and glistening, just like your hands and feet. Owen held back a few words, simply nodding his head at the nurse as a sign for you to leave for a moment.

As soon as she left, you let yourself fall into his side, using his shoulder to hide your teary face. “I didn’t mean to,” you said between sobs. “I threw a glass vase. I just...I threw it at the wall and it shattered and, um...I think I panicked and tried to clean it up but I—” you stopped for a deep breath and shrugged, turning your face to stare at the wall in front of them. “I didn’t mean to,” you repeated in a whisper.

“You’re feeling it today, huh?” Owen said as he rubbed your shoulder. Your eyes welled with tears once more. “I know, I know. Listen. Hm? Listen to me, sweetheart. The next time you feel it this bad, or even if you only feel it a little bit, you come and speak to someone. Your dad, Meredith, me. Anyone. That’s much better than the alternative, right?”

You nodded against him and for a while you sat in a comfortable, necessary silence. He’d heard Meredith say to Cristina that you had argued with your dad that morning about his insistence you come into the hospital when you were totally against it. It seemed you’d been wallowing in the aftermath of that, alone, for a while now, and he was intent on giving you at least a little comfort to tide you over until Derek came out of surgery later. It’d been for your own good, of course, but he should have talked to you about it before leaving you. It could have only ended bad, and that was currently a fair consideration.

“Is there anywhere else I need to look?” he asked quietly, referring to any undisclosed locations of glass-induced injuries.

“I don’t think so.”

“Okay. Do you mind if I check, just to be sure?” At your nod he pressed a quick, reassuring kiss to your temple and moved in front of you once again, picking up the tweezers.

Owen didn’t want to say much more on the topic. For a split second, the words: “he’d be proud of you, Y/N” came to mind, but they were so banal he inwardly cringed. He knew they would fall short on you today and always. You didn’t need to be told Mark Sloan would be proud of you. You didn’t need to be told he was watching over you and wouldn’t want you to be upset. You knew it all already, and though Owen was sure it helped, it still wasn’t strong enough for moments like this, and that was okay.

Grief was a slow ache, and you were getting there. You all were. You sometimes just needed a bit of a push.

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send me the first sentence of a fanfic and i’ll write the next five, except i don’t know when to stop writing so i guarantee there’ll be more than five

#grey's anatomy #owen hunt #owen x reader #owen hunt x reader #reader fic #teen reader #teen!reader #daughter reader #daughter!reader #derek shepherd #mine #baby fic #drabble

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ki-irke · 1 year

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misaverawrites · 2 years

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Hey! Can I request a Owen hunt x reader smut where readers kind of a brat and he tames her? Basically just kinky and degrading.

Thanks 😍😍😍

Your Hand in Mine (Owen Hunt x Reader) *SMUT* *REQUEST*

a/n: working on better dirty talk lmao, it's really hard tbh

summary: You decide that Owen needs to relax more.

tags: bratty reader, kissing, Derek's kind of an asshole, missing surgery for sex, teasing, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie, AFAB reader, she/her reader

You couldn’t think of anything hotter than Owen’s frustration.

Now, you loved Owen, he was one of your best friends, but sometimes he needed to get out of his own damn head. The way to achieve this seemingly impossible thing? Riling him up just enough always seemed to do the trick for you.

“Owen,” you lavished in your alone time with him, “Are you sure that Derek needs you right now? Because, I’m more than sure that I need you, here. For about 15 to 30 minutes.” You smile, it’s soft, almost innocent fun like you can’t feel the erection below you, pressing into your leg.

“15 to 30 minutes?” He raises an eyebrow towards you, “Don’t think I can go any longer than that?” You laugh, turning around in his lap, coming face to face with him, you bring your hands around to the back of his head, kissing him before shaking your head. “I don’t… Unless you want to prove otherwise to me?”

He could go longer than that. You and him both know that you knew that, but the thrill of the chase was one of your favorite things. Your center of gravity is suddenly thrown off as you’re thrown onto your back, his lips on yours. The kiss being all you could think about right now, you feel your scrub pants beings pulled off, as you pull away from the kiss, smiling. “Didn’t you say you had to go to Derek’s surgery?”

He shakes his head, a growl emitting from the back of his throat, as he smacks your ass, shaking his head, “Derek can wait, he’ll do it himself. Now, stop talking about him.” You yelp softly at the strike against your skin, leaving a welt that raises your skin, it’ll hurt later, you don’t care right now, Owen makes a note to get you some aloe for later. The puncture of teeth against the edge of your neck, traveling to softly bite on your collarbone, a soft moan escapes your mouth as Owen slides your underwear off, sliding one finger, then two, and then three inside of your pussy, which took him with little resistance.

“Like it was made for me,” he mutters to himself as he pumps his fingers inside of you, slow and hard, you thread your fingers into his red hair, and your legs come over Owen’s shoulders as Owen’s mouth meets the throbbing between your legs, sucking at the area, leaving your legs to wrap around his head, as he smacks the side of your thigh, yelps echoing into the sterile air, that is until you hear a knock of the door, all goes silent, “What?” You hear Owen growl as he yanks open the door, careful to hide you behind it, whilst you scramble to cover up with the thin sheet of the bed in case. Owen opens it to face Derek, who looks less than pleased at Owen, who is shirtless and very clearly having been occupied just moments before. Derek simply glares at him, “Look, I don’t even want to know, just get into my surgery when you can, and please, don’t let this happen again, also page (Y/N) when you get the chance, they’re supposed to be in there too.” You snort derisively, shaking your head, as Owen simply shuts the door, letting Derek walk away. He turns back to you, pulling his pants off, “I’m going to fuck you, then you and I are going to go back to that O.R. Got it?” While your fun had ended a bit too soon for your own liking, you decided that you could at least get a little bit of a push on him.

“Owen,” You smile at him, “Come on, you feel his grip on your thighs, “I want you to ruin me, Owen,” He releases your thighs, hands coming to his hard cock, stroking it whilst shaking his head, “I don’t think you deserve it, frankly, you’ve been acting like a brat this week… Tell me how much you actually want it.” His lips come to yours, the stubble scratching against your skin as he rubs his cock over your navel, “Fuck, Owen…” You murmur against his lips, “Just want you to fuck me, like, really fuck me…” The words began to drip from your mouth, sweet and simple, “Your cock in me, slow and deep, but, for now, I’m just gonna settle on fast… If you can even fuck me as fast as you want.” He’s holding a decade over you in terms of age, the fact lies heavy and the implication was a truck on top of it, that is until you feel a stretch inside of you. The gasp of surprise and pleasure that leaves your throat is one that can only leave a man like Owen with pride in his chest.

“Too deep?” He asks, mockingly sympathetic as you whine a bit, his cock stretching you as he thrusts inside, fast, faster than you’d ever taken him before, it’s a feeling that you want more of, “Owen, please!” The sentence is drawn out into a moan as his hands grip your arms, “Fuck, your cunts fucking gripping me, shit-.” He’s close, “Owen, wanna cum…” You whine as he continues to thrust into you without mercy, he shakes his head at your request, “You don’t deserve it yet,” You shake your head, his thrusting relentless on you, you’re close, you can’t help it as Owen feels your walls clench around his cock. “Just a little more, come on.” He mutters under his breath, not to you in particular.

Then, his breath hitches, his thrusts unsteady, “Gonna cum… Gonna cum, shit, cum with me, sweetheart.” All you needed was the go-ahead, and you come undone on his cock. Sweat drips from your brow as you collapse back onto the bed. “Shit, that was… Oh shit!” Your orgasm is quickly finished as you shoot up pulling on your underwear and then your scrubs, Owen looks at you quizzically, “Surgery!” You call out as you run out of the room, leaving Owen alone in the on-call room, naked and sure of only one thing, he definitely liked you for sure. You’d cleared his mind enough for him to know that.

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bullet-prooflove · 1 year

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Owen Loves… - Owen Hunt

#owen hunt #owen hunt x reader #owen hunt x you #grey's anatomy #greys anatomy #greys anatomy imagine

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escapefromrealitysm · 1 year

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Survive

Alex Karev x Sister!Reader

Summary: After many years, Alex meets his little sister again under unexpected circumstances

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: angst, accident, injuries, medically innacurate

Note: English isn’t my firs language, so I’m sorry if (when) you found mistakes.

It was hard to figure out Alex. If someone, she knew that the best from all. She was the closest to him, until they were separated to different foster family. That event unutterably shattered them. They were each other’s last promise of safety. That was ripped away from them, and there was nothing they could've done in order to stop that. Neither of them wanted a normal family if that meant that they have to go separate ways. But they had no voice in the matter. Was life ever fair though?

She wanted to be there for him, help him through his first heartbreak, celebrate his graduation with him. She wanted to cry on movies to have Alex laugh at her and maybe sometimes make him waffles.

At first they tried to keep in close touch, but the new forced family didn’t like their continous communication. So it was cut shortly. The only thing that helped them stay a bit connected was their last name.

Alex didn’t talk about his sister. Not in his personal life, nor in the hospital. Although these two sometimes interwined. His sister was ripped away from him and that was something he couldn’t really process since then. And even if he wanted to talk about her to his friends and collegues, even then he couldn’t because he hadn’t heard about her since. Above that it was many years ago so he thought she wouldn’t even want to hear from him. They both believed this crap. So life went on and neither of them tried to find the other.

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The ambulance just rolled in with another case for the Grey- Sloan Memorial Hospital. The paramedics opened the door and immidiately started talking and informing the medical team about the patient and her injuries. Car accident. Fast tachycardia. Internal bleeding. Head and chest injuries. Severe fractures. Collapsed lung. Based on the shared informations it was clear to Owen, Meredith and Pierce that the female on the gurney, in her mid 20s was deep in the woods. They found out that her identity is yet unknown but the scene investigators were going to inform them based on the ID found in the wreck as soon as possible.

The team of three wheeled the patient into the ER and their number was increasing with other nurses and doctors. They were in need of more hands.

„Somebody page Shepherd!” was heard the instruction.

„Okay honey, what’s your name? Can you hear me?”- asked Price while focusing on the stetoscope’s sound. She never got an answer. The girl was out again by the end of the question. The entire room was in a rush, trying to work against time and minimalise the damage what the woman’s body’s suffered.

„We need a chest tube, now!”- and with that Owen got to it.

A nurse suddenly rushed into the room with Amelia who already started to assess the injured person’s condition.

„We have a name, age, blood type…”

As soon as the nurse took in the reaction to her past sentence she realised it would’ve been better if she doesn’t share the information before the surgery. Everyone froze when they heard what was the name. Meredith looked up, and locked her eyes with Owen’s, frowning. Y/N Karev. Karev. That couldn’t be. It must be accidental.

The medical team had to recover, she didn’t have much time. They did the urgent examinations, and headed to the OR, quickly. Even though they didn’t know for sure that Y/N was indeed a relative of Alex or not, they felt some sort of extra pressure, what they had to shut out as the OR door closed.

Some time later in the OR there was so much blood and there was still so much to do. They started doubt if they could stop the bleeding and get to the next task in time. Pierce was worried about Y/N’s heart. Didn’t know if it could take such a pressure for too long. They have to get back if she stabilised a bit. Although Amelia’s stopped the bleeding in the brain, she wanted another scan just to be sure. After some argument between the doctors they decided to close her up and let her rest a bit in the ICU.

Let her rest. But who is she? Meredith although was tired, but had to find Alex. She'd hoped that it’s some kind of misunderstanding. She walked on the long hallway of the hospital, her eyes were scanning the area, she wanted to find Karev. Since it was dark outside, maybe he has finished with his shift and took off with Jo already. No, that wouldn’t be great.

Suddenly at one of the corners they bumped into each other, she'd found Alex.

„What?” - He instantly knew something'd bothered Mer. By how she carried herself, and the look on her face.

„You look like you just saw a ghost.” He meant this as a joke, but his friend didn’t reacted to it like that.

She didn’t want to have this conversation in the middle of the hallway, hell, she didn't want to have this conversation at all, but she couldn’t hold the question in anymore.

„You don’t have a sister who I don’t know about, right?”- she asked desperately.

Alex was staring at his friend. He was expecting almost everything just not this. Why would she ask something like this?

„Wha– what are you talking about?” he was now panicking. Why would she asked something like this in the middle of her shift. It didn’t make sence.

„We just had a surgery on a girl. Her name’s Y/N. With your last name. She isn’t…”

And that was the moment when she knew she didn’t need Karev to answer her question anymore. He already did with his reaction.

He couldn’t think for a moment. He felt like the entire hospital started spinning, while his stomach was growing smaller.

„Where is she?” He felt like his heart was beating almost against his skin tissues while displacing his lungs and ribs out of the way.

„She is in the ICU for now, but Alex…” – he didn’t hear what she said after, because he started sprinting to the stairs leading to the named place. No, this couldn’t be. Sometimes he played with the thought what’d it be like to see her again, to talk to her for the first time in years. He was sure he would be nervous, yes. But he was confident to say that he wouldn’t have thought in his worst nightmare that their reunion would be something like this.

At the nurse station he got the direction to the asked patient’s room. He stepped through the sliding door, and there was no doubt anymore. He was in his sister’s hospital room.

Inside the room there were still nurses adjusting the machines and take her last vitals, but slowly they’d finished for now.

He couldn’t believe what he'd seen. She was so broken. At the first sight he noticed her head was shaved and bandaged. She was attached to a ventilator, covered in bruises and scratches. In his deep thoughts he didn’t even realise that the nurses’d left as well as Meredith was already by his side.

He had to sit down, or else his legs were going to give out.

He didn’t have to ask. He could see that Y/N’s situation was pretty bad. But he wanted to know the details. All of them. Whats up with her brain, how are her organs and limbs and how was and is their oxygen supply? How bad was the bleeding, how many more surgery will be necessary? How many bones were fractured? And who the fuck did this to her? He couldn’t decide which one to ask first if he was going to find his voice.

The doctor and friend standing beside him knew that he would want answers to his unasked questions. So she started to listing out loud what had happened before and during the life saving surgery. Told him who are his sister’s doctors, in case he wanted to get some more info. He had found out that one of the most concerning injuries affected her brain heavily.

Meredith knew exactly how does it feel to watch somebody you love on life support. Hear the ventilator do its job. And even if it’s part of their everyday life as a doctor, it doesn’t prepare them for the case when its not a person whom they know nothing about. She knew there was nothing she could say or do that’d make this easier for him. So she just stroked Alex’s shoulder to let him know that she was there for him, whatever was going to happen and assured him that later she’d send Amelia in, to inform him with the specific details. With that, she left the room.

Alex didn’t know what’d happened to her since he wasn’t a part of her life anymore. He didn’t know why she was in Seattle, hell he didn’t even know if she was going to make it. But he knew for sure that he was going to stay by her side and there isn’t anyone who could debar that this time.

He wouldn’t admit but he was afraid all along that there would be silence after everyone left him alone with his sister. But there wasn’t. He heard the late night traffic of the city, the sirens from the surrounding streets, the machines in the room, and his sobs as well. Even if he only wanted to hear his little sister’s voice.

#greys anatomy #grey's anatomy #x reader #greys anatomy x reader #alex karev #alex karev x reader #meredith grey #amelia shepherd #maggie pierce #owen hunt #sister reader #car accident tw #fanfic #imagine

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a-anglwilson · 9 months

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any of these prompts interest you guys for a adopted/foster kid!reader?? send an ask in!

prompts from @youneedsomeprompts

#grey's anatomy #a-anglwilson #amelia shepherd #carina deluca #x reader #addison montgomery #april kepner #alex karev #arizona robbins #callie torres #meredith grey #derek shepherd #jo wilson #mark sloan #megan hunt #cristina yang #owen hunt #andrew deluca #miranda bailey

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d-targaryenshoe · 1 year

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Favorites greys hot boys/crushes?

Jackson Avery

Andrew DeLuca

Owen Hunt (underrated)

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ariahmichelle · 1 year

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Character list of who I write for

Outer Banks🏝

Rafe Cameron

JJ Maybank

John B Routledge

Drew Starkey

Greys Anatomy🩺

Alex Karev

Jackson Avery

Mark Sloan

Derek Shepherd

Owen Hunt

Andrew DeLuca

Nathan Riggs

Ben Warren

Atticus Linchon

The Summer I Turned Pretty🌞

Jeremiah Fisher

Conrad Fisher

Friends☕️

Joey Tribbiani

Chandler Bing

Ross Geller

Social Media Influencers📱 (only if requested)

Vinnie Hacker

Josh Richards

Bryce Hall

Jeff Wittek

Ace Akers

Kristian Ramey

Bryce Parker

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shelbgrey · 1 year

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Greys anatomy: Stories of the OR ~officially open!

Main MasterList

Season 19 intern request page request are closed

Fandom request list

Character imagines:

⛴️Derek shepherd🧠

Halloween Special

This is Why I Don't Go To The Gym

Stitches

The ballad of jayne

Injured

Love at first sight

Baby on the brain

🔫Owen hunt🩸

Trauma 101

❤️‍🔥Mark sloan💉

November Rain

Christmas Special

Faithfully

We are family

💊Jackson Avery🩺

Love story

🩹Nick Marsh❤️‍🩹

Secrets out

🧫Miranda Bailey🫀

“your my favorite” —Platonic

💉Alex Karev💕

Heaven

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Preferences:

Your Person

Headcanons:

Dating Derek shepherd

Getting injured(derek shepherd)

What it's like being close to Derek and Addison during their devorce

Dating Derek after he broke up with Meredith

Incorrect Quotes:

"I'm small, but knowing"

The life of Dr. Y/n L/n part 1

The life of Dr. Y/n L/n part 2

The life of Dr. Y/n L/n part 3

The life of Dr. Y/n L/n part 4

The life of Dr. Y/n L/n part 5

The life of Dr. Y/n L/n part 6

Life of Dr. Y/n L/n part 7

Life of Dr. Y/n L/n part 8

Life of Dr. Y/n L/n part 9

Life of Dr. Y/n L/n part 10

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wherewemightendup · 2 years

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Where We Might End Up - Lexie Grey x OC fanfic Chapter 9: The McHell Week: The Blue Corner

Three days had passed since the merger between Seattle Grace and Mercy West. The only people thrilled with the merger were Richard, Callie, and the Mercy West hospital staff. Seattle Grace personnel, specifically its surgical residents, felt threatened. Looking at the orange scrubs-wearing residents, they came up with a plan. - To take all the surgeries from them as they can.

On her first day, Callie felt ecstatic. Working back at Seattle Grace meant being close to both her girlfriend and her best friend. As the days went on, Callie had understood why Derek dreaded the merger. Before, she assumed he was just overreacting. -The fact that the merger was Richard's idea. Callie, then, had been pissed at Derek. Callie had considered the merger a blessing, but after working for three days with these maniacal surgical residents competing for surgeries, the blessing was quickly turning into a curse. The ecstasy she felt was now coming down.

Morning Hospital Lobby

Alex and Charles were scheduled on Callie's service. The two residents quarreled about who's going to hold the charts. - A typical day now when the residents fight over for just holding the charts. Callie narrowed her eyes, staring blankly away from the two residents arguing in front of her. She rolled her eyes as she turned towards the counter, reaching for the charts. As their voices grew louder, Callie got more annoyed. She gave charts on both residents, slamming it on their hands. Callie gave them a challenge – whoever determined the better diagnosis gets to be in the surgery with her. If no one got it right, she'll do the surgery alone.

Callie narrowed her eyes in frustration as she walked with them through the lobby. Maybe she should not have started that little competition. It was still morning, but Callie's energy for the day was already at a dangerous limit. The residents got more winded. And it's more annoying, more frustrating, and more exhausting. Callie sighed heavily, trying to walk faster now, keeping the two residents away from her. At least now, she's not hearing those two argue for the nth time.

Eric went inside the hospital, carrying his overnight bag. Two days before the merger, he went to LA for a consult - a personal request from Addison Montgomery. Eric would have been back at Seattle during the merger, but he stayed a couple of days more. His phone rang on his last day - a phone call from Derek Shepherd, asking him when he'll be back.

Eric stopped as he saw Callie walked past the lobby floor with Alex and someone wearing an orange scrub.

Callie turned towards Eric. It was a while before she realized that it's Eric, beaming at her. As she recognized her friend, her narrowed eyes relaxed and widened. Her grouchy face went calm. Callie grinned widely, copying him.

Callie ran towards Eric, leaving behind the two residents.

"Welcome back!" Callie greeted as she stood in front of him.

"What did I miss?" He adjusted his bag on his shoulder, glancing at the orange absurdness behind Callie.

Callie followed his stare leading to the two residents. She groaned, "Uh... Merger? Ring any bell?" Callie looked back at Eric. Her mouth slacked and eyes widened. Eric tilted his head and pursed his lips, trying to remember, "What?! Are you kidding me?"

He smiled tentatively and grew as the answer sank in, "Fuckin' hell! Yes," He laughed and stifled it, noticing Callie's reaction, "I don't - sorry. Just -" Eric stared at Callie as she frowned, crossing her arms. "I need to go change. Derek's been ringing me nuts since LA... thinking I might abandon him for Addison." He chuckled, "You're busy. I'll leave you to it, then."

Callie yanked him back as he walked away, "Don't leave me with these fools," She turned around and pointed at the two residents, "You two, go find something to do at the pit!" She yelled. She faced Eric, plucking the bag off his hand.

"But you said we're..." Charles yelled back. Callie cut him off.

"Leave those charts at the nurses' station," She stressed, pulling Eric beside her and holding his arm as they walk together. Eric chuckled as he walked with Callie.

Attendings' Lounge

"Look who's back," Callie singsonged as they went inside the lounge. Derek looked at the door as they made in. Callie moved towards the couch and relaxed.

"How's LA?" Derek inquired, glancing behind as he poured the coffee in his mug.

Eric stared at Derek as he responded, "Un–ee-ventful," Eric turned away and moved towards his locker.

"Hmmm," Derek paused. "not what I heard..." Derek continued with a smirk.

Eric darted at him and asked, "Addie told on you?" He put his bag inside the locker.

"No. Sam Bennett told me," Derek answered, staring at Callie. Callie resolved to remain silent and to keep her regular teasing at a minimum towards Eric. He just came back from LA. Callie won't tease him - not yet. Derek smiled at the sight.

"Damn it! Sam," Eric murmured.

Derek stepped closer to Callie to ask why she's being quiet, "Hmmm," He uttered as he waited for her to say anything, but Callie sat quietly at the couch, massaging her temple.

"Don't." She warned, raising her index finger in front of him, "I'm having my peace and quiet here, Derek," Callie continued, leaning back in a more comfortable position, resting her head on the sofa and closing her eyes.. Derek held his hands up in surrender as he stepped backward.

Eric asked, facing his locker, "Where are the charts?"

"Lexie has them," Derek answered, staring at Callie. He looked at Eric and went on, "She has them. I asked her to assist you so... you know."

Eric narrowed his eyes and shook his head as he replied, "No, I don't know," Eric paused arching an eyebrow as he pondered. Eric's mouth fell open as he realized what Derek meant, "Unbelievable." Eric turned back and looked at Derek as he walked out of the lounge, "I-I am nice," He added as he followed Derek. "I have been nice!" Eric exclaimed, leaning on the doorway and craning his neck as Derek walked along the hall. Eric paused and breathed in. He went back inside the lounge and looked at Callie smiling at him, amused, "No one really noticed?"

Callie snorted, "I'll believe it when I see it," She spoke. Callie stood up and poured herself coffee from the coffeemaker. She can feel Eric's stare. Callie glanced behind her, seeing him narrowing his eyes at her, "W-what?!"

"Doesn't take you long, huh?" Eric added as he walked inside the shower room to change.

Callie chortled as she faced the counter.

- - - - -

Lexie stepped in front the attending's lounge, carrying the charts for Derek's patients - Now, Eric's patients. Lexie saw Derek on the way, informing her that Eric was inside the lounge. She didn't know what to do - if she'll wait for him outside or go in. She fidgeted in front of the door before deciding to open it. This was the first time she went inside the lounge. So she slowly walked in, feeling like she was barging into someone else's room. She hoped that there were no attendings inside - except for the one she's looking for, of course. She went in and saw Callie.

Callie stared at Lexie as she looked around, searching for the neurosurgeon, "Hey Lexie," Callie said.

"Hi... uhm... Have you seen..." Callie pointed at the shower room, "Oh - okay. I'll..." Lexie staggered to go in further. She was nervous. This will be the first time she'll work with Eric after George's funeral. She was avoiding him then - after Eric drove her home. After that, her father got hospitalized and Eric left for LA. There were no chances of them interacting or working together, not until Derek asked Eric to cover for him. Timely, she was scheduled on Neuro.

Lexie stood at the door, thinking about what she would tell him.

"Dr. Shepherd asked me to work with you... We've been working for this patient for..." She whispered to herself, "No. I... I'm not avoiding you, I'm just too busy..." She chuckled, "... no I... I'm not saying that..."

Callie looked at her as she noticed Lexie talking to herself. Lexie stopped as she saw Callie looking at her. Callie went back to face the counter, furrowing her eyebrows in confusion.

"Coffee?" Callie offered.

Lexie looked up at Callie, "No. Thank you," She smiled.

Eric went out of the shower room and walked towards his locker to put his clothes in. He didn't notice Lexie standing at the door. Lexie stood straight, clenching at the charts as she anticipated his reaction. Callie cleared her throat, trying to get his attention.

"Honestly, you two..." Eric paused as he neatly put on his white coat, fastening in his pens and pager.

Callie cleared her throat louder, gritting her teeth. She stopped as Lexie looked at her. Callie stepped forward awkwardly, acting like she was supposed to move closer to Eric. Callie tried again to get his attention, now quietly exclaiming, "Eric!"

Eric put his phone inside his pocket as he turned around, "'believe it when I see it' my arse..." He stopped and noticed Lexie, "Dr. Grey," Eric glared at Callie. Callie sighed in defeat.

"Not my fault, dumbass," Callie muttered as she went back at the counter, picking up her mug and taking a sip of the coffee.

Lexie breathed in, as she saw Eric. Taking quite a long time before she breathed out, Her shoulders tensed. "Hi..." She exhaled as she spoke. She paused and turned her head towards her shoulder. She shook her head in embarrassment.

Eric glanced at Callie and back at Lexie. "Are those the charts?" He paused, "Okay," He then smiled at Lexie. He turned around to get his stethoscope.

Callie turned just in time to see Eric smiling, making her almost spit the coffee in her mouth. While Lexie blinked her eyes repeatedly, and furrowed her eyebrows. Callie and Lexie glanced at each other, before looking back at the neurosurgeon.

"Let's go?" He continued.

Lexie shook her head as she walked out. Lexie can't believe what she just witnessed. She's too confused about what's happening that she forgot about her little speech she prepared.

Eric glanced at Callie as she whispered, "You look weird," Eric narrowed his eyes at her as he followed Lexie.

Three days later

Lexie and Eric had been working together for two days, as per Derek's directive. - This would be the last day. Lexie thought that it would be difficult, knowing Eric and his ways of making her suffer, but as she spent an hour, a couple, then a day, two days; She realized that Eric Keaton - the bully who would always look down at her and punish her, was being kind to her and teaching her. Sure he's still sarcastic, arrogant, and direct like he was, but something was different now. - Apart from him smiling. She couldn't tell what, but she wondered if Eric would stay being nice to her now, or is he just planning something, she just didn't know it yet.

Hospital Cafeteria

Alex went towards the table where Cristina, Izzie and Lexie were. He slammed the tray as he sat beside Izzie.

"Bigfoot's at it again. He's hounding my surgery with Dr. Sloan," Alex said.

"Dr. Bailey put me in the clinic. Well, figures," Izzie said as she looked at her fork full of salad. She took a bite and looked in front of her. She got a glimpse of Lexie, staring out. Izzie paused and pointed her now empty fork at her before adding, "So..." She glanced at her plate, then back at Lexie, "How's working with Keaton? You seemed... quiet. Are you okay? Is he being immature or arrogant or whatnot?" Izzie went on, "Well, you can't complain, right? Among the people at this table, you're the only one who've seen the inside of the OR this week."

Cristina glared at Lexie and stated, "Lucky!" Cristina paused, "God, I should've pushed working with McDevil again."

Izzie glanced at Lexie as she remained gawking. Her attention was off elsewhere. Izzie glanced at Cristina. Cristina slowly chewed her food as she noticed Izzie gesturing her head at Lexie. "What?" Cristina mouthed. Izzie widened her eyes and gestured again. Cristina looked at Lexie beside her, eyebrow arched.

"Earth to Little Grey? Hello?" Cristina waved her hands in front of Lexie's face.

"Uhm, yes?" Lexie shook her head, glancing at Cristina, "Yes. Yes." Then she looked away.

Alex had been following their discussion as he ate his lunch, that when Lexie finally answered incoherently, he stopped eating. - He knew something's up. He looked up, curling his eyebrows as he, Izzie and Cristina followed Lexie's stare, leading them to towards Eric.

Alex glanced back at the second-year resident biting her lower lip and looking pensive, "She's being tortured, all right." Alex added.

"No. I'm not." Lexie finally spoke a clear thought. "He's..."

"... mean?" Alex went on.

"... arrogant?" Cristina stressed.

"... an ass?" Izzie implied.

Lexie had been commenting regularly about her terrible impression towards the neurosurgeon since the first day, that they already memorized it.

"... smiling... like actually smiling... at me," Lexie corrected.

The three looked at Lexie, not believing what she claimed. The first few months when Eric was the shiny new object Richard brought at the hospital to do an innovative surgery, they sought him like a god. But then, when he worked at Seattle Grace, their perception towards him changed. Izzie realized Eric was just like Mark Sloan when he's treating them- the interns then- as an object. But, unlike Mark, he's teaching - in his own way. Alex had experienced Eric's way of teaching. Cristina simply cared for the once in a lifetime surgeries Eric's name were bringing at the hospital.

As for Lexie's experience with McDevil - the nickname they finally used after George's death, when they endured his Hell month. Izzie was confused why among the interns, Lexie had been the only intern who had endured most of his bad characteristics. Izzie assumed then that Eric had been doing it on purpose. She planned on knowing why.

Cristina snorted a laugh, "McDevil doesn't know how to smile," Cristina peered at Alex as she added, "You should be his resident."

Alex glared at Cristina, "Yeah, why is that?"

Izzie faked a cough and said, "Evil spawn."

"He called me an imbecile for repeating his question," Alex said, "I didn't hear him because your intern had been yapping with his girlfriend behind me, and I get to be called an imbecile. Steve's the imbecile, not me." He added, leaning towards Cristina.

Cristina pondered for a minute then retorted, "Well. I kinda agree with him - you being an imbecile, I mean...," Cristina cackled with laughter as Alex made faces at her. Alex leaned back to his seat.

"Maybe you should be on his service, since you kinda agree with him," Alex countered.

Izzie uttered, "She already did. And Keaton kicked her out of his service not the other way around."

"Oh, right. I heard about that. Look at you, not even the devil can stand you," Alex blurted.

"I'm a badass," Cristina added, pointing her two index finger at herself.

"Yeah. a badass orderly," Alex mocked Cristina.

"Nurse," Cristina mocked back.

"I guess you're the only one who can stand him?" Izzie said to Lexie, "apart from Meredith... and George..." She looked at Lexie and asked, "He's friends with George, right? It must be torture."

Lexie sat straight, "Well, it won't be long now 'til the devil tortures me again," She spoke louder looking away, crossing her arms.

"What? Who?" April asked as she passed by, holding takeaway food. She thought Lexie was talking to her.

"You should eat. We only have a few minutes here," Jackson told April. Jackson pulled her away from the Seattle Grace residents.

"Yeah right, walk away, Mercy Westers," Cristina blurted, gesturing him to move away. Jackson and April went out of the cafeteria. Cristina watched them hurried out, "I think we should hurry up, too," Cristina added, keeping her eyes on the Mercy West group.

- - - - -

Eric saw Cristina's group as they sat at the table. He had been glancing at the group as he felt unusually conscious. - Not realizing that Lexie had been staring at him for a while. Arizona noticed him tuning out and in to their conversation.

"What? what? Where are you? Hello?" Arizona called on Eric.

"I'm just..." Eric halted, shaking his head, "Nothing," He continued to eat apple slices.

Arizona traced his stare. She looked behind her and noticed Lexie a few tables behind them. Arizona smiled cheekily at Eric, raising her eyebrows playfully.

"What?!" Eric asked, "You're weird... stop it."

"You checking at little Grey, huh?"

"It's not what you think?" Eric looked back at his food.

"Uhmm-Hmmm, I heard you're being nice?" Arizona leaned closer at Eric with a playful smirk.

"It's not what you think," Eric repeated. He stood up and picked up his tray, placing it by the bins. Eric headed towards the exit.

- - - - -

"You're staring. Stop staring!" Cristina exclaimed at Lexie, "...Kinda creepy," She added.

"I'm not staring!" Lexie replied, facing Cristina, "I'm just... Oop! He's standing up," Lexie faced away, "Just act normal." She hissed.

Izzie shook her head as she continued to eat. Cristina looked at Lexie with an arched brow, "That's normal?" Cristina uttered. Lexie continued stuffing her face with food.

Alex glanced at Lexie and then looked at Eric. He had a mischievous look on his face as he took a sip from his drink and stood up, "Dr. Keaton!"

Lexie watched Alex as he stood up. She realized Alex was up to something, "No- no!" Lexie quietly exclaimed and reached for Alex, straining her hand to pull Alex back at their table. Izzie chuckled at how silly Lexie looked.

Cristina blurted out as she ate her fries, "This is gonna be good." Watching Lexie and Alex. Izzie agreed and nodded in anticipation.

Eric looked at Alex as he called him.

Alex continued calling Eric until Eric noticed him. Alex stood with his hands inside his coat pocket. Lexie kept reaching, pulling at his coat. Alex pulled his coat off Lexie's grasp. Lexie lost her grip, and she awkwardly fell from her seat to the floor.

Eric hesitated at first before he walked towards Alex. He peeked back at Arizona, who was not looking before he walked towards the group.

Lexie hastily rose up as she saw a pair of legs under the table. She recognized those argyle socks anywhere. She crashed back on the chair and immediately stuffed herself with her lunch, looking away. Her coat was rumpled. She struggled to fixed her coat and unkept hair as Eric settled in front of Alex. Lexie acted like she was not just on the floor sprawled. She continued gobbling food.

Alex panicked as he didn't think about what to do once he got Eric's attention. He just needed him to walk closer to tease Lexie. He never realized that the attending would really walk towards them. Now, Eric's standing in front of him, hands crossed over his chest, awaiting his question, "so the - uhm - procedure you're gonna do later with Dr. Sloan would be..." Alex continued to outline the procedure, stammering.

Eric raised an eyebrow and grimaced as he listened to Alex. Eric glanced at the group. He peeked at Cristina who looked at him and Alex while her head remained lowered towards her plate. He then looked at Izzie who was suppressing a laugh. As Izzie saw Eric looking at her, she greeted Eric with a smile.

"... I-I just really find the procedure very - uhm, excellent," Alex scratched his head, cringing at his choice of word. - Excellent? His sweat started to bead on his temple. Alex was nervous. - imbecile. Eric faced Alex as he finished his statement.

"Dr. Karev," Eric interrupted him, "If you have the time to kiss ass, you have the time to check the patient," He implied.

"No - I'm just saying..." Alex tried to explain. Eric gestured at the exit. Alex growled, stepping out of the cafeteria. His plan backfired.

Eric looked back at the table and spotted Lexie stuffing her face with food, "Dr. Grey?"

"Mmmm.. Mmmm," Lexie grumbled without looking. She thought she could express a hello towards the attending, but nothing came out but mumble.

"O-kay," He uttered, shaking his head as he looked away. Eric looked at both Cristina and Izzie and smiled at them, "Doctors." Cristina stared at him and watched as he stepped away. Her mouth gaping as she couldn't believe the sarcastic devil smiled towards them.

Lexie sighed and sat more comfortably on her chair. Cristina chuckled right after he turned around and left the cafeteria.

Izzie slapped Cristina on her arm, "What?" She blurted, brushing her arm where Izzie whacked her. She chuckled as she asked Lexie, facing her, "Lexie Grey, what did you do to him?"

The Next Day - Morning Surgical Wing

Callie and Arizona walked along the halls of the surgical wing. Arizona checked her phone as they walked.

"How's... Eric and... his resident ?" Callie asked.

"I heard they're getting along well," Arizona responded as she scanned her phone, smiling.

Not the response Callie thought she would hear. Callie's shoes screeched as she tripped with her foot, staring at Arizona with disbelief, "Really?" She chuckled, "...I mean..." She laughed, " Really?! "

Arizona peered at Callie, still holding her phone. Arizona looked back at her phone as Callie continued walking beside her, putting her hands inside her coat pockets.

Callie pondered as she asked, "He really is being nice, huh?"

"And he's in a great mood all week," Arizona added.

Callie's eyebrows propped up as she had a thought. She stopped.

Arizona noticed her. Arizona stopped walking, turned to look at Callie and asked, "What?"

"Do you think he and Grey...?" Callie trailed.

Arizona tilted her head to the side as she pondered, "Well..." She chuckled anxiously.

Callie's eyes widened with curiosity as her girlfriend stammered, "What... what?!" Callie paused as Arizona walked away from her. Callie followed her, "Oh no no no... You know something... just say it...come on!"

"I don't okay," Arizona walked faster, "Not officially..." Arizona uttered. Callie heard it and stopped Arizona, pulling her by the arm. She groaned as she faced Callie, "It's just a thought really... I've known him and..."

"And what?" Callie asked.

Arizona looked away, trying to find words to tell Callie her hunch without her jumping to conclusions that may or may not be true. Arizona stared away and then noticed Mark walking out of the supply room.

"Is that?..." Arizona paused and was about to call Mark but Callie stopped her.

"What," Callie said, turning towards where Arizona's looking at. She saw Mark walking away, "Oh, it's just Mark..." looking back at Arizona, " Come on! We have more pressing matters than Mark's flavor of the month."

"20 says the nurse at the pit," Arizona claimed.

Callie shook her head as she turned back to Arizona, "Are we betting on this now?" She chuckled.

"O-kay," Callie shook her head as she continued, "the resident from Mercy West...one with short hair... okay? happy" Arizona beamed at her.

The both of them waited for the girl to come out of the supply room. "oh wait," Callie uttered as the door clicked open. Both of them looked at the door, breath hitched and shoulders were tense. Their tensed shoulders went limp as they saw they're both wrong - Lexie Grey went out of the supply room, looking on both sides as she walked out and closed the door.

"Well..." Callie uttered.

"When did that happen?" Arizona blurted out.

"Well... there goes our 'more pressing matters'," Callie said, looking at her girlfriend as Arizona continued to stare away.

Residents' Lounge

The chief resident posted the rotation schedule for that day. Each resident coming in looked at the board for their schedules. April Kepner walked towards the bulletin as she scanned the schedule, leaning in as she checked on her friends' schedule as well; mouthing the words as she read.

Jackson walked inside the lounge. April noticed him.

"Hey! you're in Neuro!" April said to Jackson as he stepped beside her and looked at the board as well.

"Hmmm. Not just me..." Jackson uttered as he walked away from the board and towards his locker. April furrowed her eyes as she looked at him. She turned back at the board and searched for that schedule he pointed at.

- - - - -

Lexie rushed in the lounge, gaining a look on all the residents inside - both Mercy Westers and Seattle Grace residents, alike. Her hair was disheveled and her shirt was buttoned wrong.

"Good...morning?" Cristina greeted Lexie, following her with a stare as Lexie stepped by the lockers, pushing Alex's legs away as she walked by.

"Hey!" Alex exclaimed. He kissed Izzie before walking out of the lounge.

Izzie sat beside Cristina as she whispered to her, "Does she know?" Cristina shrugged. Izzie went towards the locker beside Lexie's and leaned on it. She glanced at Lexie as she opened her mouth to asked something. Lexie looked at Izzie. Izzie let out a smile as she said, "Hi."

Lexie looked at her as she continued to change, "What is it?"

"You saw the schedule, right?" Izzie asked as Lexie sat and wore her scrub top.

Lexie stopped as she turned to look at Izzie. Her eyebrows arched up as she waited for Izzie to continue. Lexie looked behind her where the schedule was pinned. She stood up and walked towards the board, fixing her top on the way. She scanned the schedule, looking for her name. Her finger stopped as she saw her name with "Neurosurgery" beside it.

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sweet✰honey✰buckin

a rodeo!abby x reader.

its a hot spring in the south and rodeo season is here. your hunt for a new fling leads you to an up-and-coming hotshot bull rider with an aversion to groupies. maybe you can change her mind.

wc : 2.509

contains : fxf relationship. barely attempted country slang. fluff. smut. oral and penetrative sex (r!receiving). nicknames (baby, darlin', a single bunny).

a/n : yeah guess who just listened to cowboy carter. idk why i posted about this before writing a single word but i didn't procrastinate this time yall clap it up and enjoy.

if you think about it, this was really all dolly partons' fault.

you could still picture the first time you saw her, the grainy recording on your grandmother's television, the gentle melodies from the blonde bombshell wrapping around you like a warm hug. you'd only been exposed to the south for a few weeks, and you already knew who you wanted your role model to be.

and the buckle bunny stuff also wasn't your fault! you were gorgeous, as people so loved to remind you at every twist and turn. and maybe you used your looks to your advantage sometimes. the first time was when you batted your eyelashes to make a boy do your project a day before it was due in junior year. he was... good-looking, you supposed. smart enough to be on the chess team, so he would do.

so you went to a little party with your friends that night. a spacious house, nice music, and good enough booze. everything was normal until you saw her. she was lean and mysterious, and under the lid of her black ridge top hat you could see her eyes tracking your body as you danced

so yes, her eating you in the back seat of her truck until you cried, holding down your hips when you tried to move changed your brain chemistry just a bit.

now a few years later, you're a little taller, a little smarter, and have collected a handful of studs for your belt. sure you've collected a...not so savory reputation in some of the local bars, but it was nothing a smile and a little flirting couldn't help. and its only going to get better; as the air warms and the trees bloom pussy spirit starts buzzing, and you know rodeo season is upon you again.

it was a hot night at the cow belle and the people even hotter as you scoped the scene from the rim of your glass. you and your friends were perched at the bar, daisy dukes heightened and crop tops tied under your busts.

"i heard red devil rosie'd be here tonight," savannah whispers to your group from beside you, her tall dark legs relaxed with her arm resting on the wood behind you. she always had a bit of a thing for redheads, and she'd had her eyes on rosie ever since it got around that she'd broken up with her fiancee.

"jesus, sav, the poor girl just got heartbroken, now you already wanna jump her bones?" charlize laughs, taking a hard swig of the beer in her hand. standing at a solid five feet and four inches tall the little kentuckian was a handful, always the first in line to ride a mechanical bull or jump in the front of a line dance.

"whats that saying men always use? as soon as you lose one hop on a 'nother?"

"you are deplorable."

as the girls banter back and forth your eyes focus on the rising commotion at the front of the bar. with a slight rise on your toes, making sure not to scuff your boots, and you can't help the growing smile on your face when you spot that blonde hair pushed down by her signature brown stetson.

abigail anderson, the rodeo's angel. she'd only been in the circuit for under two years and sponsors were lining up and begging for her to go pro. it was always easy to spot her, frequently trailed by her already professional friends manny alvarez and owen moore, along with a handful of groupies begging her to look their way.

luckily for you, manny had flirted with you a few weeks back and remained friendly after you turned him down, and he was heading straight towards you while his friends headed to a booth.

"oh god, hide your wives and girlfriends, the buckle brood is here!" he laughs, thanking the bartender for his beer and taking a swig.

"whatever manny, you're just upset our darling here didn't give you a chance." savannah winks.

"i think god was doing me a favor. y'know dixie's been trying to call you for about a week? the poor girls even thought about sending a bouquet. dixie. a bouquet."

"i made it clear before we slept together it would be a one-time thing. 's not my fault she wants more." you sigh.

that just makes the man laugh harder. he chats it up with charlize about how the rankings are looking when he notices how your gaze keeps wandering off, following your eye straight to-

"no."

"hm? i didnt say anything!"

"you said it with your eyes. and im gonna tell you with my mouth that you don't stand a chance. abby hates groupies." he shakes his head.

"abby, huh? i like it." manny grows exasperated as his words go in one ear and out the other. "'n and im technically not a groupie. never seen the woman in my life before now."

"well, look don't touch. or maybe don't look at all, before you put a spell on her or somethin."

you pout, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck and bring him into a hug. you see abby look your way in the corner of your eye and make sure to stretch your torso just a tiny bit until you're able to feel the bottom of your shirt ride up just that much more. when you see her eyes trail down your waist you hide a smile into the side of your arm.

you let the man go with a sweet goodbye, watching as he grabs two more beers and heads over to the booth and twisting your head before you can catch the blondes gaze.

its only a few minutes later when manny comes back with wide eyes and invites you over to sit with them.

sitting across from her, you can see why people are so attracted to her. she’s big, her muscles bulging out from the sleeves in her plaid shirt. despite her size she doesn’t try to take up more space then needed; confident but not cocky.

she clearly notices your glances, and maybe even the smile on your face when one of her past flings with a girl is brought up in conversation.

“so, you’ve had girlfriends before?” you ask, stirring your cocktail with the little colorful umbrella that came with it.

“no no, don’t answer that, you’ll regret it.” owen butts in, meeting your glare. you’d never talked before, but you were pretty sure you had slept with his fiancée a few years ago. last you’d heard they’d had a baby, maybe you’d offer to babysit sometime.

“why not? are you a groupie?” abby asks.

“can’t be a groupie if i barely know who you are. so why don’t we get to know each other better. preferably in private.”

“whatever you say, darlin.”

you hear the sudden sounds of a few hoots and claps and a familiar song that they always play to get people dancing.

“why don’t you show me some of your moves, big girl?”

she rolls her eyes, letting out a quiet sigh before following you onto the dance floor.

as much as she’s trying to fight it, you can tell abby is enjoying herself, learning quickly as you show her the moves to the dance. you’re a bit surprised she doesn’t know it already until she tells you she’s originally from utah.

“what, they don’t have country bars out in salt lake.”

“no, not like this. at least i never went to any of them.”

“wellll if you ever need a tour guide i’m available. whenever you want me.”

“god, manny told me about you.”

“really? what’s he say? i can probably guess.”

“so you know everybody thinks you’re a playgirl who sleeps with cowgirls for damn near a living and you don’t care?”

you shrug. “‘m just young and having fun. maybe everyone else, including you, is too uptight.”

“oh really? and what, you're supposed to help me loosen up?” she raises a single eyebrow. you don't answer, deciding to just look at her face for a while.

you like how pretty she is. the soft blue of her big eyes, the freckles dotted across her face that trail down her neck and disappear into her shirt. you feel pride in your chest when you see her cheeks redden.

when the song ends you pull away from her, ready to go over and tell your friends goodbye when a large hand grips your wrist, tugging your body back to its previous position. before you can question her you feel the weight of her hat sitting on your head.

"well? you gonna answer my question?"

you can still remember the looks on your friends face's when abby told them she was heading home, still gripping your hand. manny looked like he had just seen pigs fly.

it was hard to ignore the way she didn't let go of you until she was driving or the looks she was giving you when she was looking at the road, or how desperate she was when you finally got her here, dragging you to her room and attaching her strap like she'd die if she didn't get you in bed.

"i don't see what the big fuss is about, this really isn't that hard." you tease her, admiring the way she whines when you refuse to let her wrists go from your hands, using all your strength to keep her from flipping you over

but maybe you should learn when to shut your mouth because she roughly starts bucking her hips, smiling at the euphoric look on your face before you hide your face in her neck, trying and failing to muffle your moans.

"what? i thought you said this was easy?" she laughs when she hears your muffled groan, failing to ignore when you roughly bite her. you can tell she's getting frustrated at being restrained, her hands clenching into fists and repeatedly trying to get them from under your hands. "fuckin - cmon, baby, lemme help you."

god, she was so cute. you'd never say it out loud but you liked all the little nicknames she gave you, the gentle kisses she would place on your skin when she was warming you up for her. if you didn't have a one-time policy you would have chosen to keep her around. just for a little while.

but you could also see the inner turmoil in her eyes, the battle between dominance and submission. when you first met her you thought she'd be a stone top, so you decide to take advantage and reach one of your hands up to her hair and pull, forcing a loud moan from her as her mouth gaped open.

"not so uptight now, are you?" you laugh, awwing at her when she lets out a small whine.

you didnt realize until it was too late that it was a mistake to underestimate her because she was attaching her hands to your hips, planting her feet on the bed, and thrusting up into you like a wild bull, sucking a mark into your chest like she can't see you struggling to breathe.

"yeah, that's it. not so easy now, is it darlin'?"

and oh how you hate how you can't answer her, only able to muster up a weak glare as the pleasure grows, feeling the burning heat gross in your stomach. you're trying to hold off, not ready for this to end just yet, and hating the satisfied look on her face when your shaky arms wrap around her neck.

"you gettin' close, baby?" she maneuvers your legs to spread wider, hitting that spot inside you at just the right angle. god, everything feels so hot and overwhelming and so damn good-

"that's it, show me how pretty you look cummin around me." once she reaches a hand down and roughly rubs your clit it's over, moaning and gasping her name as your orgasm hits you like a freight train. she never stops her movements, in fact, you think she goes harder once she feels your nails dig into her arms.

your head flops onto her shoulder, basking in your post-orgasm bliss as her large hands rub up and down your back. mind hazy, you feel yourself drifting off and giving yourself a mental pat on the back when you're shocked upwards by a fierce thrust from below you, wide eyes darting to abby's.

"what, ya thought we were finished? if you wanna claim me you gotta earn it, bunny."

"oh no, abby i cant-" you try to decline, not sure you can take another before she presses you back into her sheets, manhandling your legs over her shoulders and your arms under your back. she can tell you're about to fight it because she's pushing her strap into you again.

it's embarrassing how close you are already after a few minutes, unable to move as she splits you open in a damn mating press. trying to hide your face in the sheets is futile so you have no choice but to keep eye contact with her, which only brings you closer to the edge because she's looking at you like she wants to fuck you until she physically can't anymore.

she's quieter now but you can hear her mumbling under her breath about how 'you're too damn fine, jesus you're gonna be the death of me,' and the next thing you know you're both cumming, feeling the wet mess grow between your legs.

she sinks into you, boneless on top of you as she gently rubs at your sides as you do the same for her head. after a few minutes she gets up, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips at your soft whine at the strap leaving you before heading off to the bathroom to get a washcloth.

it's gentle as you both clean the other, softly trailing the rag down her arms as she observes you. its almost...domestic. which you haven't done in quite a while. it feels nice.

when she gets up to throw it in the hamper you reach for your clothes on the floor before she questions you.

"excuse me, what do you think you're doin?"

"uhh...leaving?"

"nope, bad manners if i let you go home now," she tosses you a shirt from one of her drawers, finding her own pajamas before flopping on her bed. "i don't know what kinda girls in the circuit you've been seein', but I'm not like that."

you're on the fence, rubbing the fabric of her large shirt before putting it on and settling in next to her. it couldn't hurt just to sleep with her, right? "fine. but you should know i don't normally do...this."

"me neither. but there's a first time for everything, right?" she smiles, rubbing your hip from over the shirt before trailing it under. "besides, maybe we can go again in the morning. still need to prove to you I'm not uptight."

thank god for dolly parton.

sorry if this is shorter than expected i feel like death. can we all do rodeo!abby this summer. pretty please.

taglist : @euphternal @jupiter-502 @vqxen @youcallmeconnor @andersonlore i love you guys im giving you kisses rn

#rodeo!abby #buckle bunny!reader #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson #abby anderson smut #abby #tlou #abby x reader #tlou2 #tlou 2 #tlou smut #tlou x reader

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misaverawrites · 2 years

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Intern Lounge Blues (Owen Hunt x Reader) SMUT

summary: Owen and you have sex in the intern lounge

tags: semi-public sex, intern/attending, pinning, kissing, making out, a lil possessive, unprotected sex but like ignore it, owen cums in you, hickeys, riding, dirty talk kinda, you guys get kind of caught, you ask owen for a date lol

a/n: tags: it's been a hot minute since i worked on this series lol

It's all you can do to push the two of you into the intern lounge, Owen had been mercilessly teasing you all day. Damn him in scrubs. You pull away from your heated make-out session to turn and lock the door, as you face away from him, he clings. His lips kiss fervorously at your neck, it's hurried yet not sloppy. He knows your sweet spots better than you do as he has you pressed against the wall. His hands tug at the bottom of your scrub top as you turn back to face him, making a small show of pulling your scrub top over your frame. You slightly push him off of you, forcing him to sit on the mildly uncomfortable bench as you take off the rest of your scrubs, kicking your sneakers off to God knows where and sliding your bottoms off, leaving you in nothing but a bra and panties. You give a sly smile to Owen as you clamber on top of his lap, feeling his erection poke at your covered cunt.

"Dr. Hunt-" Is all you can say before he smashes his lips against yours passionately, you feel his teeth gnaw softly at your bottom lip. He pulls away for just a second, "Owen." He says simply, "You can call me Owen." There's a soft smile from him as you now kiss him. Your lips come to his neck, kissing at the tender flesh softly, you look upwards to him. Owen. You don't know how you had ended up here with him but now you never wanted to leave. He was your attending and this was a legendarily bad idea. You couldn't care even a bit in this moment, however. He grips at your thighs at you bite his neck, not too hard, just enough that it might leave a hickey. You pull off of his neck and get off of his lap, he follows you up off the bench. He pins you against the locker door, you could get out if you wanted too though and he wanted to make sure you knew that. "Can I..?" He motions to your bra and you shake your head mischievously. "I am not going to be fully naked whilst you stand there with everything on, Owen. Take off your shirt. Please." You'd hurriedly added the please at the end, and he obliged your request, albeit while rolling his eyes. You quickly tug at his pants as he pulls them off. He pushes you against the locker once more, kissing all over your face lovingly. He grips at your hips as he whispers in your ear, his breath hot on your skin, "I am going to bury myself in you." You whine softly, "Owen, please, let me... Let me ride you, please." He smiles wickedly as he takes off his boxers, now he was making a show out of it, teasing you back. Damn him, as he freed the erection that pressed against his boxers your knees went weak. He helps stabilize you a bit, "Sure you're gonna be a steady enough?" He can't help but tease a bit more as you nod, his erection pressed against your stomach as you peel your panties off, Owen unclasping the bra that was now lazily being thrown on the floor. "Lay on the bench, Owen." You command of him, it doesn't come out much like a command and more of a request but nonetheless, he listens to you and lies down on the bench.

You climb on top of him before carefully lowering yourself onto his length, gasping at the feeling of his cock filling you up, it almost felt like too much and you couldn't find any words to speak as he squeezes at your thigh, "You know," He says, thrusting up into you, "You look beautiful like this... All mine." You nod, words escape you still as he smiles lovingly at your glossy eyes. All you can do is moan, it feels too good and you just want to savor this, all of this. "O-Owen... I-I I'm gonna- Ah!" He thrusts into you harder, right where you needed it, thumbing softly at your clit as he sends over the edge. He continues, it's over stimulating after your orgasm but you don't complain, after all, you love the way it feels. "Fucking shit..!" He grunts, "Love the way you feel, squeezing me with your tight cunt." It's only a bit longer when he spills himself inside of you, filling you to the brim. He pulls out of you, the feeling leaving you empty. He helps lift you up, steadying you against the locker as he helps you put your panties back on, there’s something about this, the intimacy and whatever you feel towards him that you certainly want more of. Besides, he’s single, attractive and though a bit older, it’s not too weird considering Dr. Grey and Dr. Shepherd. You stand, though shaky, with Owen’s help.

“Hey, Owen?” The name feels foreign on your tongue, but you like it, you’d like to say it more. “Yes?” He’s still holding onto your shoulder, you’ve steadied so you hope that it may be a sign that he likes you or appreciates you in some way. “Would you like to maybe get some coffee sometime?” Is all you ask, you feel shy despite the fact that this man just gave you a mind blowing orgasm. He nods with a smile, “I think I would, thanks.” You smile, giving his a small kiss on the cheek as you unlock the door to see a crowd of interns, chattering and gossiping and now having turned their attention toward you and Owen- Doctor Hunt.

“So, Doctor (L/N), I will see you in the E. R. for your certification later?” Owen says and while it isn’t a good safe at all, you can’t help but take the out, especially with the knowing eyes of your peers watching you and so, you smile and nod. “Of course, Dr. Hunt.”

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"You're My People"

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Pairing: Abby Anderson x fem!reader

Synopsis: You and Abby take refuge in an abandoned house to catch your breath and attempt to recover after the encounter with Ellie in the theater.

Tags: slight angst; hurt/comfort; mentions of death and blood; tending to injuries; (mostly) unspoken romantic feelings; reader is a young woman (same age as Abby)

Note: To be absolutely 100% clear, the reader is NOT meant to be Lev or Yara. Reader is a woman (about the same age as Abby) who met Abby on Seattle Day 1 when she was also meeting Lev and Yara. The four of them stuck together. None of this is super relevant for this story. (Just know that Yara was with them, but she was killed just as she was in the game, and Lev is around here somewhere.)

I have a lot of ideas for this character/storyline. It’s likely that I will continue to flesh things out in future fics, so I’ll leave the rest of the story to be explained later.

I put reader in many of the same scenarios as Lev was in the game, sometimes removing Lev altogether for the sake of the story. But reader obviously has a very different type of relationship with Abby than Lev ever would (or should) have.

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“Don’t ever let me see you again.”

That’s what Abby had said to that girl – Ellie – before walking away without so much as a backwards glance.

You had quietly followed Abby out of the theater, because what else could you do, but you didn’t know how you were supposed to feel about what you just saw.

Watching Abby incapacitate one man and shoot another in the face without hesitating. Seeing her beat Ellie into the floor while she lay there motionless.

And the other woman. The one who was pregnant…

“Good,” Abby had seethed when Ellie told her. She almost seemed happy about it. Happy to repay the wrong that was done to Mel. An eye for an eye. A life for a life.

If you hadn’t called out Abby’s name when you did, dragging her from the haze that was her desire for retribution…

Well, you could guess what would’ve happened.

You were just glad the two of you had decided not to bring Lev with you. That he was somewhere safe.

Neither of you spoke a word as you navigated through the dark streets of Seattle, her leading the way with you following quietly behind, just as you had been doing since you met. Although now you may have allowed for a bit more space between the two of you than you did before, trailing further behind. Lost in thought.

It had been three days since you met, but it felt like so much longer. A nagging voice in your head insisted that you really didn’t know Abby very well, despite how it felt.

She hadn’t given you any reason not to trust her. She had never hurt you. In fact, she had fought so hard to keep you and (more importantly) Lev and Yara safe. She had even turned against her own people, killed her own people, for the sake of protecting you.

No, that wasn’t right.

Those weren’t Abby’s people anymore.

“You’re my people.”

Abby had looked so earnest when she said it back on the Seraphite island just hours before. And you had believed her.

The words left you with a feeling deep in your chest that was hard to describe. You thought it might’ve been… belonging. Something you’d been hoping for but never found. You’d always wanted to truly belong to something.

Or someone.

There hadn’t been any time to dwell on the feelings or what they meant.

And now all you feel is a pit in your stomach.

Why were you so shaken up? This is stupid. You’ve killed before, and you’ve watched Abby kill.

But this felt different. It wasn’t self-defense. It wasn’t necessary. It was dark and angry and honestly terrifying. She was honestly terrifying.

But it was justified, wasn’t it? You could argue that maybe it was necessary.

Ellie had been hunting Abby for days, killing her friends and seemingly anything else in her path.

Ellie killed Owen.

You weren’t sure of the exact history between him and Abby, but you did know how important he was to her. And you had seen the look on her face when she found him dead.

Who’s to say Ellie would’ve ever stopped coming after Abby and the people close to her? Who’s to say she’ll even stop now?

You’re just beginning to arrange your fractured, contradicting thoughts in a way that makes sense when Abby comes to a sudden stop in front of you. You would’ve run into her if she hadn’t stretched her hand out behind her in warning.

“We need to stop. Get out of the rain. Regroup.” Her voice is strained.

You hadn’t really even noticed that it started raining again, harder this time, but you can walk in the rain. Lev is alone, waiting for the two of you to return.

You open your mouth to protest, only to shut it again when Abby turns to face you fully. She’s balancing her weight unevenly, heavily favoring her right leg. A significant bloodstain runs all the way down to her left ankle. And her face…

The pregnant girl had come from nowhere, attacking Abby from behind. She managed to slash across Abby’s cheek with a knife before you took her down with an arrow through the shoulder. It had been your only real contribution to the fighting in the theater, but it had been unavoidable. Abby had been in danger.

Now she’s standing in front of you, soaked from head to toe, from the rain and with blood, and you have no idea how much of that blood is hers, but there are definitely some significant injuries that need to be tended to.

Abby takes in your silence and your wide-eyed stare for a moment before shifting a little in place and clearing her throat. “Um… we can try in there. Yeah? The houses here should all be deserted.” She gestures weakly to the building closest to you.

You finally find your voice. “Yes, yeah. Let’s—let’s go in there.”

You pull your gaze away from Abby’s and walk past her, toward the small house, pulling your bow from where it rests over your shoulder and notching an arrow in the string. It suddenly occurs to you that you’ve walked all this way without your weapon drawn while Abby was injured and unarmed. For a moment, you’re glad that the Wolves and the Seraphites are too distracted fighting each other elsewhere to be roaming around in this area. Or else you and Abby would probably have been killed by now, both of you practically stumbling through the streets like a couple of vulnerable, mindless children.

You shake your head, silently scolding yourself and promising to be more alert, starting right now with sweeping the house.

The front door is mostly intact and slightly ajar. You approach carefully, painstakingly forcing it further open with your shoulder, fighting against rusted hinges and warped wood. The floorboards creak beneath your boots as you step inside, quickly scanning the entryway for anything or anyone that poses a threat. Abby follows behind you, trying not to visibly limp on her injured leg and holding up a small flashlight taken from the aquarium.

“Come on. You need to sit down,” you say over your shoulder, just loud enough to be heard over the pouring rain outside. For a moment, it looks like she might argue with you, maybe insist that she make sure the building’s clear first, but she seems to decide against it, giving you a quick nod of her head in response.

With your bow still drawn, you lead the way through the first floor of the building, passing a bathroom and a kitchen before arriving in what was once the living room. The room is filled with furniture in various levels of destruction and decay, somehow the most well-preserved among them being an old couch pressed against the back wall.

You point to it. “Sit,” you tell Abby. The fact that she listens and moves toward the couch without protest, albeit very slowly, is further proof of the extent of her injuries and her level of exhaustion. “I’m going to check the rest of the house, okay? I’ll be back. Don’t move.”

Abby lets out a scoff, immediately followed by a second, more pained noise. “I couldn’t go anywhere if I wanted to.” An attempt at a joke, made through gritted teeth. You give her a hesitant, worried look, long enough that she forces a small smile and attempts to reassure you with, “I’m fine. Go.”

She’s lying and you know that, but you don’t have much of a choice. You turn to go quickly search the house.

The second floor is clear of any discernible threats but also of anything that would be useful in helping Abby. On your way back to the living room, you rummage through the downstairs bathroom and a couple of mostly empty coat closets in hopes of finding something. Medical supplies. Even clean cloths.

You find nothing there and move on to your last hope, the kitchen. This room is even more ransacked than the rest of the house, and still, you don’t find what you’re looking for.

“Ugh,” you loudly groan, clasping your hands together on the back of your neck and casting your gaze upward in frustration.

“What’s wrong? What happened?” Abby quickly asks from the other room, sounding ready to jump up off the couch and rush to your rescue even in her current condition. It makes you smile until you remember that this is no time to be smiling.

“It’s nothing. The house is clear. I was just looking for some medical supplies.”

“Who needs medical supplies?” she asks, trying her hand at a second joke. This time you let yourself smile for just a second.

“You do, Abby,” you say, “You need medical supplies. Urgently.” You’re still staring up like the answer will be written up there if you just look hard enough, when something in the space between the one of the top cabinets and the ceiling catches your eye. If you’re not mistaken, it looks like the corner of a first aid kit.

It’s too high for you to reach standing, and there’s nothing for you to stand on top of. The countertops are broken, the pieces scattered across the room, and the wood of the lower cabinets is rickety and unstable at best.

You’re grumbling under your breath about damn high ceilings and unnaturally tall cabinets as you reenter the living room to find Abby almost exactly where you left her, left leg now up on the couch and elevated, right foot still on the floor. Both of her hands are hovering over the gash in her thigh, like she’s not sure if she should touch it or not, her face tense and focused. She’s in pain.

You pull your eyes away and look for something sturdy enough for you to stand on, eventually deciding on a mostly intact, only slight wobbly small metal table.

“Do you really think now is the best time to rearrange the furniture, honey?” Abby asks, glancing at you in her periphery. She’s joking again, and you know that, but you can’t help the warmth that pools in your cheeks at her use of the affectionate pet-name.

“I--“ You clear your throat, “I need something to stand on. I think I found something in the kitchen.”

“Aww, you can’t reach the top shelf by yourself?” Abby asks, amused. She turns her attention from her leg to watch as you drag the table out of the room. It squeaks along the floor the entire way, making her laugh softly.

The fact that she’s being playful with you starts to ease your lingering panic about her many ailments. If she’s cracking jokes, she can’t be that close to dying, right?

“Crazy how you’ve lost like half your blood supply, and yet you still have enough energy to tease me,” you say, your own teeth gritted now. The table is much heavier than you anticipated. “And, for your information, the thing that I’m trying to get is not on the top shelf. It is above the top shelf. On top of the cabinet.”

“Uh huh. Sure… Take your time. I’m just over here, casually bleeding out.”

“Well, I’m no doctor. But I’m pretty sure that if the knife had hit any major arteries, you would’ve bled out a long time ago. So you’ll be fine for another minute. Probably.” With one final shove, you manage to get the table where you want it.

You carefully step up on the table, hoping that some sadistic asshole didn’t throw an empty first aid kit all the way up there just to waste the time and energy of some poor, desperate fool in need of medical supplies. (You, of course, being that poor desperate fool.)

After brushing off a thick layer of dust, you grab the handle. The kit is full.

“Yes!” you shout, nearly stumbling off the table in your excitement.

Abby can tease you all she wants and try to make light of the situation, but she can’t hide the look of relief that washes over her features when she sees what you’re carrying.

And, if you were paying closer attention to her face, she also wouldn’t have been able to mask the way her eyes go wide and her cheek – the one that’s not covered in blood – gets visibly pink when you get on your knees in front of her. “Uhhh hey, you can—you can sit on the couch.”

You raise your eyebrows, confused by her sudden nervousness. “No, the angle will be better this way,” you insist. “Just bring your leg over here.” She concedes, avoiding eye contact as you help her maneuver her injured leg so that her foot is back on the floor, practically between your knees.

There’s already a tear in her pant leg where the gash is. So to avoid having Abby stand up and take her pants off or cutting all the way around at mid-thigh, leaving her with half a pair of pants for the foreseeable future, you opt to just rip the fabric a little more on either side of the tear.

But you have a bad habit of occasionally thinking about something and then doing it, forgetting the often necessary in-between step of alerting the people around you to what you’re going to do first. You take the already-ripped fabric of her pants in your hands and tear, successfully making a hole large enough for you to properly clean and dress the wound.

The sound Abby makes when you do this surprises you. It’s almost sounds like a whimper—a noise that you don’t think you’ve ever heard her make before. There’s a twisting heat in your gut that seems to be a recurring side effect of being close to Abby, which you choose to ignore in favor of focusing on the more urgent (and honestly less daunting and less complicated) task at hand.

She’s quiet as you get to work cleaning the gash. Wincing slightly but remaining still.

The cut is deep, but as you expected it missed the femoral artery. You would have to stitch it up, though, and you told Abby as such. She nodded and watched you carefully as you quickly prepared, hoping to get this part over with as quickly as possible.

You moved even closer to her. Abby’s shin gently pressed against your front as you leaned over her knee, bringing your face closer, your movements precise and intentional.

Abby brings her hands down on either side of her legs, bracing herself. Her shoulders tense, muscles engaged. You have to tear your eyes away. Focus. You look back down at her thigh.

As you work, a strand of your hair falls from where you had tucked it behind your ear and into your face. You let out a light, annoyed huff. Before you attempt to blow the strand out of your eyeline, Abby’s fingers gently brush it back behind your ear. You feel yourself blush deeply, saying a quiet thank you before going back to sewing her up.

When the last stitch is done and you’ve carefully wrapped the wound, you feel Abby’s fingers run through your hair again, this time for no other reason but to draw your eyes up to meet hers.

“Come up here,” she says, her voice low. You stand, bringing the first aid kit with you, and feel the springs in the cushions creak beneath you as you sit on the couch, facing her, closer than is probably necessary. Before either one of you says anything else, you begin gently wiping away the blood surrounding the cut on her cheek, cleaning around the wound.

It's clear to you now that her wounds weren’t quite as detrimental as you had feared. With her leg sown up, her face was the only other thing that required your attention. Most everything else was superficial and would heal on its own. The rain had done a poor job of washing away all the blood, but it seems that much less of that blood had come from her than you had anticipated anyway.

“I can do that,” Abby says in a whisper, watching your face as you carefully and meticulously clean hers.

“I know,” you reply, just as quiet. “I want to.”

A few moments go by in silence until Abby once again breaks it.

“I’m sorry about tonight,” she begins, quickly adding, “Not sorry that I did it, but sorry that you had to… see me that way.” Her eyes are downcast. You know it’s weighing on her. Not just everything that happened today, but the fear that what happened could have a lasting effect on this thing you two have only just started to build. Call it trust or friendship or maybe something else entirely.

You shake your head. “Don’t apologize. I’m glad I was there. You shouldn’t have had to do that alone.” Abby nods, but you know it doesn’t do much to assuage her worries.

You still don’t understand what happened back in the theater. Or why it happened. Part of you wants to ask for the history now. How she knows Ellie. Why she wants Abby dead.

Maybe in time she will tell you, but you’ve already decided to trust her. To lean into whatever this thing between you is, and whatever it might become.

So instead, you ask another question that’s been in the back of your mind.

“Did you mean what you said earlier?” You pull your hand away from her face, finished cleaning the cut there. It may form a scar, but it doesn’t seem deep enough to warrant stitches. (And you’re not brave enough to try, on her lovely face so close to her eye.)

Abby smiles softly, leaning forward just a bit to bring your faces closer together. “You’re going to have to be more specific, honey.”

That pet-name again. It makes your head spin. Makes you want to close the already shrinking distance between you and press your lips to hers. But you don’t do that. Instead, you explain, “On the island. When you said that… I’m your people.” You pause, hesitating over the last few words.

Abby stops for a moment, almost looking confused, and you start to spiral internally. You realize that it was probably just something she said in the heat of the moment. To calm you down and get you to keep moving, towards safety. You wish you could take your question back, retract your stupid words. Swallow them up and hide them inside you, along with your ever-growing feelings.

Abby finally answers. “Yeah. Of course I meant it. You’re my people.”

“Yeah?” You break out into a grin.

She nods, smiling and sincere. “Yeah.”

It’s that one, small word that makes you close the distance between you. Not to kiss her, but to gently rest your forehead against hers. Abby seems stunned, like maybe she was expecting the other thing, or hoping for it, but she recovers quickly, closing her eyes and maintaining the physical contact. You close your eyes too.

“You’re my people too, Abigail Anderson.” You can feel her laugh quietly and open your eyes, pulling away just enough to see her face again. “So… where do we go from here?”

“Santa Barbara, California,” she says. You remember overhearing part of a conversation about that between Abby and Owen yesterday. You figured that’s where she would be heading; you had just hoped to be given the chance to tag along. But you guess you didn’t have to worry about that anymore.

So you nod your head thoughtfully. “Sounds good… Sunny.”

“Hmm, yeah. That’s what I hear.” You’re both smiling. Happy, strangely enough, given the circumstances.

“Abby…”

“Hmmm?”

“We are going back to get Lev before we leave though, right?”

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Note: If you read all of that, THANK YOU! This is the first fanfic I’ve written—and the first time I’ve written at all in a long time—so this is me dipping my toes in the water.

It definitely ended up being a lot longer and a lot less spicy than I anticipated, but I wrote what came naturally. I hope to continue this storyline, likely backtracking to when Abby and reader met, so we’ll be seeing more of these two. We’ll get to the fun stuff eventually!

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