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love on call - ln4 - 2/?

summary: you are the new trauma director with a past you won't share. dr. norris, the sharp-witted ER physician, doesn't let mysteries go unanswered. what starts as tension and rivalry shifts into something neither of you can ignore - but letting him in means risking everything.

pairing: doctor!lando x doctor!reader (fem)

warnings: probably mentions of surgery and blood! 💋

wc: 742

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hospitals never really slept, but there was something uniquely suffocating about westhaven's emergancy department. it was always moving- doctors pacing, nurses weaving through bodies, patients groaning through pain, the air thick with the scent of antiseptic and stress. it was the kind of place where hesitation could kill someone.

you never hesitated.

but apparently, dr. norris didn't either.

you hadn't even been here a full week, and you had already butted heads three times in as many days. he was the kind of doctor who walked like he owned the place, his presence commanding attention without asking for it.

you weren't intimidated- far from it- but you could tell he wasn't used to someone pushing back.

too bad for him.

today, you could already feel the inevitable clash brewing between the two of you, simmering under the surface. you just didn't expect it to come to a boiling point so soon.

the double doors to the ambulance bay slammed open, and the paramedics came rushing in, pushing a gurney straight toward you.

"GSW, male, mid-twenties. entry wound lower right quadrant, exit wound near the hip. BP dropping fast- 80 over 50 and falling. weak pulse, unresponsive en route.

you were already moving. "get him to trauma one-

"hold up."

the words snapped like a rubber band.

you turned sharply, already knowing who it was.

dr. norris stood there, arms crossed, eyes locked on the patient with sharp assessment. "we don't even know if the bullet hit anything major yet. we should stabilize before rushing him off.

you clenched your jaw. "he's actively bleeding out. if we waste time down here, he's dead."

"i'm saying we assess first." landos voice was calm, but there was a challenge in his tone.

you take a step closer, lowering your voice. "i don't need to assess. i can see what's happening. he needs surgery now."

the tension snapped into place like a wire pulled too tight.

for a second, neither of you moved. the only sounds were the beeping monitors, the rustling of the trauma team moving around you.

then his lips curved, just slightly. not quite a smirk, but close enough to make your irritation burn hotter.

"you always in charge like this?" he asked.

"only when someone's dying," you shot back.

landos eyes flickered- something unreadable- but he stepped back, gesturing toward the gurney. "by all means, chief."

the way he said your title- laced with sarcasm, like he wasn't sure i'd earned it- made you fingers twitch at your sides. you forced yourself to ignore it, instead barking orders as you rushed the patient down the hall.

still, even as you scrubbed into surgery, you could feel his gaze on you, like a question left unanswered

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the surgery took just under two hours.

despite the blood loss, the bullet had miraculously missed the major arteries. a clean exit wound, no fragments left behind. he would recover.

by the time you stepped out of the OR, your body felt heavier than usual. maybe it was exhaustion. maybe it was the adrenaline leaving your system.

maybe it was the feeling of his gaze lingering on me as soon as i entered the hallway.

dr.norris was leaning against the nurses' station, flipping through charts like he hadn't been waiting. like he wasn't expecting me.

you sighed. "you hovering for a reason, or do you just like standing in hallways?"

he didn't look up. "just making sure you didn't kill my patient."

you scoffed. "disappointed?"

"surprised." he corrected. "you took a gamble, and it paid off."

your eyes narrowed. "it wasn't a gamble. it was the right call."

lando finally glanced up, dark eyes scanning me like i was some unsolved mystery. "some doctors second-guess themselves after moving to a new hospital. you don't"

you crossed your arms. "should i?"

"no." he tilted his head slightly. "which is why i'm wondering what your story is."

your pulse skipped.

you kept your expression neutral. "there's no story."

"bullshit." the word was quiet, but the weight of it pressed between us.

you turned to leave, but his voice stopped you.

"you don't talk about yourself much, do you?"

you didn't turn back. "nothing to talk about."

that was the lie you had told yourself for years. the lie that kept you moving, running, disappearing into new cities, new hospitals.

but for the first time, you weren't sure if he believed you.

and worse? you weren't sure you did either.

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[rustyr3dhe4d]

love on call - ln4 - 1/?

summary: you are the new trauma director with a past you won't share. dr. norris, the sharp-witted ER physician, doesn't let mysteries go unanswered. what starts as tension and rivalry shifts into something neither of you can ignore - but letting him in means risking everything.

pairing: doctor!lando x doctor!reader (fem)

warnings: none for this chapter just a lot of medical terms 💋

wc: 927

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hospitals were all the same.

no matter the city, no matter the state, they all carried the same undercurrent - antiseptic and blood, coffee that had been sitting out too long, the hushed murmurs of nurses passing updates in the halls. every ER had its own rhythm, its own chaos.

and now, this one was yours.

you adjusted the strap of your bag as you stepped through the main entrance of westhaven medical center, the sliding glass doors hissing shut behind you. the morning rush was already in full swing - nurses pushing carts, residents scrambling for coffee, the steady beep of monitors filling the space between movement.

it was a routine you had memorized in more places than you cared to count. a new town, a new hospital, new colleagues who would eventually stop wondering about the past you never talked about. this wasn't the first time you'd stepped into a position with too many eyes on you. it wouldn't be the last.

you made your way to the trauma department without hesitation, your freshly minted ID badge clipped neatly to your coat. dr. y/n l/n, trauma director.

you rolled the title around in your head as you walked, ignoring passing glances from staff you hadn't met.

it didn't matter who you used to be

you were here to work.

and work, apparently, found you first. a voice crackled the intercom overhead.

"code trauma, ETA three minutes. multi-vehicle collision, injuries unknown."

you didn't slow your pace, already changing course toward the ER. when you stepped through the main doors of the emergency bay, the controlled chaos had already begun. nurses prepped beds, techs checked monitors, and the sharp smell of antiseptic filled the air.

a young resident standing nearby did a double take when he saw you. "uh- can i help you?"

you didn't bother with introductions. "how many incoming?"

"five, so far. first ambulance should be here any second."

"page surgery for standby, make sure we have two units of o-neg ready."

the resident hesitated, and you could see the question in his face - who are you to start giving orders?

before he could ask, the double doors burst open.

the first patient was wheeled in, the paramedic calling out vitals as he pushed the stretcher forward. "male, mid-forties, restrained driver, steering column impact to the chest. bp's dropping- 90 over 60 and failing.

your coat was off in an instant. "get him to trauma one."

there was no time for formalities, no time for second-guessing. the moment you stepped to the bedside, your voice was steady, your movements quick. you took over the moment the paramedic moved aside, hands gloved, assessing the damage as the team scrambled into motion around you.

"decreased breath sounds on the left," a nurse reported.

you reached for the ultrasound probes and confirmed the worst - hemothorax.

"he needs a chest tube now," you said. "get a 28 french."

the resident from earlier hesitated again. "should we wait for dr.-"

"no," you cut him off, reaching for the scalpel yourself. "he doesn't have time to wait."

the tube was in within seconds, blood draining from the pleural space. the monitors steadied, just slightly, enough to tell you you had bought the patient more time.

a beat passed.

then, from behind you-

"not bad for the new girl."

the voice was smooth, casual- but there was something in the tone that made your pulse tick up half a beat.

you turned, peeling off your gloves, and found him standing in the doorway, arms crossed, watching you with an expression that was equal parts amusement and assessment.

dr. lando norris.

you knew who he was. you had already done your research before you got here. he had been at westhaven for years, his reputation well-earned- quick, skilled, cocky as hell.

the kind of doctor people either loved or barely tolerated.

he was also, unfortunately, the one person you were going to be dealing with the most.

you arched an eyebrow. "not bad?"

his smirk deepened, stepping further into the room. "patient's alive, isn't he?"

your lips pressed together. "you always grade trauma cases like a b-minus paper, or just mine?"

that earned a chuckle. lando leaned against the counter, watching you like he was trying to figure something out. "just making an observation. you didn't even say hello first."

"we're in an emergency department," you said flatly. "not a dinner party."

"still." he tilted his head. "most people introduce themselves before taking charge of an entire trauma bay."

you could feel the weight of other eyes in the room now - nurses, residents, waiting to see how this played out.

you take a step forward, meeting his gaze head-on. "if you wanted a handshake first, dr. norris, you should've met me in the parking lot.

for a half second, his lips parted- like he wasn't used to being challenged like that. but then, just as quickly, his smirk returned.

"duly noted." he said, stepping aside. "welcome to westhaven, dr. l/n."

the sarcasm wasn't lost on you, but you didn't give him the satisfaction of a response. instead, you turned to the team, nodding towards the patient.

"get him up to the OR."

the conversation was over... at least for now.

as you left the trauma bay, you could still feel his eyes on you.

and something told you this wasn't the last time you'd be on the receiving end of dr. norris's curiosity.

but he'd figure it out soon enough - you weren't an open book.

and you weren't here to be read.

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!authorsnotes! i'm baaaaaack. decided to try something new for my comback era (this is series is the something new) so yall let me know how we like it :) (can you tell like i like medical dramas)

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i miss him sm 😔

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unexpected (2) - cl16

summary: a few years ago, you found yourself unexpectedly pregnant with your boyfriends baby. upon telling him, he completely disappeared and you hadn't heard from his since. of course you told your best friend, charles. he vowed to help you before and after the birth. fast forward a couple of years, what happens when your child assumes charles is her father.

!part 1 here!

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you sat in charles' driver room, waiting for him to come back from media duties. he'd made it on podium, taking third place and you couldn't be happier. you stroked your daughter's hair as she slept peacefully next to where you were sitting.

soon, charles appears through the door. "hey, you did so good today." you told him as you brought him into a tight hug. "thank you, amour." his arms wrapped around your waist, head tucked tightly between your head and shoulder.

you rubbed his back comfortingly, knowing how tired he was. once he pulled away, he took in adelines sleeping figure. he squats down and places a light kiss on her head.

in the silence you both sat down on the small table in his room. you know the elephant in the room was going to be talked about sooner or later.

"do you want to talk about, you know... what adeline called you earlier?" your fingers began fidgeting nervously as you brought up the topic. he looked down at his feet. "it's okay, i know she's young and she doesn't know about everything."

"i'm sorry if it made you uncomfortable." you place your hand on his, which he takes it and intertwines your fingers.

ever since you found out you were pregnant up to the birth of your daughter, charles was next to your side every single step. he was there with you at every appointment, every breakdown, and every kick she gave you. he was even there holding your hand as you brought adeline into the world.

even though she's not biologically his, he's been a father figure to her. "no, it didn't make me uncomfortable." he looks to her. "in a way, it made me feel good."

you turn to him with furrowed brows. "she doesn't understand the full extent of what happened with her real dad yet, but i'm glad she sees me in that way."

you can't help but feel your heart swoon. there was always a little thought in the back of your mind that you wished charles was adelines father. but you brushed it off every time it came to light. "i understand," you swallow. "part of me wishes sometimes... that you were actually adelines father."

his words cause him to look at you quickly. "really?"

"it's just, when i told my ex i was pregnant and he left, i never felt so alone. but you stepped up and have been more of a father to her than he could've ever been." you can't help but get choked up on your words.

he lets go of your hand and pulls you close, placing a kiss on your head. "i will always be there for you two. no matter what." he whispers to you.

you pull back and look at him, tears still in your eyes. his hands cup your face as he places a sweet kiss to your lips. you weren't expecting it but it feels right. "she's obsessed with you, you know?" you chuckle through your tears.

he can't help but laugh slightly with you. "had a feeling." he moves his hands from your face to hold your hands in your lap. "if it's okay, i would be more than honored to take the role of addy's father. i want to be there, for her and you."

you read his eyes and they hold pure truth behind them. you can't help but smile big and nod. "that's more than okay." you tell him as you place another kiss on his lips.

you hear shuffling coming from your daughter as she wakes up. "hi, my love." you tell her as she climbs into your lap. you can tell she's still sleepy and ready to go. "are you ready to go, papillon?" charles asks her sweetly.

she rubs her eyes tiredly and nods. as soon as he stands, she's reaching for him. you smile and roll your eyes as he scoops her up and carries her. you collect both your stuff and charles stuff and head out of the paddock.

you get to the car and charles goes in the back, to strap her to her car seat. "alright get some more sleep, i love you papillon." he tells her, placing a kiss on her forehead like he did earlier.

"love you daddy..." she mumbles before nodding off to sleep again. you smile at charles, who's dimples are now on display from the smile he gives you.

"looks like she's already used to you." he grabs your hand and opens your door, helping you get in. "let's go home shall we?" he suggests.

you simply nod, as he closes your door once you're settled in the passenger seat. he gets in the driver's seat, starts the car and drives off.

you sigh in content, looking back at your daughter asleep in her car seat and the man you now have the utmost love and adoration for.

you're new little family.

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[rustyr3dhe4d]

following my last little poll, sir lewis hamilton won by a very small amount, so expect a lewis hamilton story coming very soon🤪

[rustyr3dhe4d]

i have another idea for a good fanfic but can’t figure out who to make it about

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unexpected - cl16

summary: a few years ago, you found yourself unexpectedly pregnant with your boyfriends baby. upon telling him, he completely disappeared and you hadn't heard from his since. of course you told your best friend, charles. he vowed to help you before and after the birth. fast forward a couple of years, what happens when your child assumes charles is her father.

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flashback: 4 years ago

as the two little lines show up on the little plastic test, you feel your hands begin to shake. this can't be happening, you think to yourself. you're 22 years old, you're not ready for a kid. you haven't even discussed marriage, let alone kids with your boyfriend.

you quietly made your way out of the bathroom with the test in your hand. "baby?" you call out into your apartment. "yeah?" you hear his voice echo from the kitchen.

his back is to you when you enter the kitchen, looking through the fridge. when he turns around, his brows crease when he's met with your red, tear-stained face. "is everything okay?" you just shake your head and slowly raise up the test in your hand.

his creased brows slowly raise as he hones in on the object in your hand. "is it..." he begins but doesn't finish. you nod your head slowly, your eyes not meeting his. he sets the drink he took out of the fridge down on the counter. "say something, please..." the silence was all the answer you need.

he briskly walks past you and to the bedroom. "where are you going?" you ask him but still get no answer. within the next 5 minutes, he's out the door with bags packed. you sit on the edge of bed, eyes full of tears. your hand finds your phone not to far away on the bed and you tap on the contact of the one person you can trust.

"hey amour, what's up?" his voice rings through the phone. you take a shaky breath before continuing. "charles, i need you." you hear some shuffling on the other end before he speaks. "i'll be there soon, hold on amour."

soon after you hang up, you hear your front door open and frantic footsteps moving throughout the apartment. a few seconds later, charles appears in the doorway of your bedroom. "hey..." he squats down in front of your sitting frame. "what's going on?"

your eyes look to the bathroom and his eyes follow. he gets up and moves to the bathroom, you see him freeze when he reaches the counter. he emerges with one of the tests in his hand.

"are these..."

"yes."

"where's-"

"he left. as soon as i told him. bags packed and everything." your eyes stay locked on your feet. he sets the test down on the nightstand closest to him before sitting next to you. he wraps an arm around your shoulder and pulls you to his chest. "i've got you. i'm here now, and i'm going to be here every step of the way."

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present day

"alright adeline, are you ready to see cha race today?" you ask. your daughter's smile grows as she holds your hand and you both walk through the paddock.

as you walk through the ferrari motorhome doors, your greeted with many 'hellos' and 'hi's.' you make it to charles' driver room, just as he comes out. at the sight of you and adeline, his face brightens. "addy!"

your daughter lets go of your hand and runs over to the brunette. "cha!' she squeals as he lifts her up, placing her on his hip. you smile at the bond the two share. once she's comfortable on his hip, he turns to you. "hi, belle."

he moves to wrap his free arm around your waist and places a light kiss on your cheek. "cha?" adeline starts.

"yes, papillon?" he turns to the little girl on his hip. "can we go see uncle carlos?"

"of course we can, as long as your mom is okay with it?" he turns to you. you just smile and nod your head. "that's fine with me. just give me one second, i need to use the restroom and then i'll go with you guys." you disappear down the hallway as he sets her down.

"is there anything else you want to do today, addy?" charles asks as he squats down in front of her. adeline just shrugs her shoulders, which causes charles to chuckle. "can we go see uncle carlos now?" she whines.

"just wait for a few more seconds, your mom will be back in a few." you finally come back from the bathroom. "alright now we can go, papillion." he says.

adeline moves to run out of the motorhome but charles stops her. "hold on, your shoes untied addy, come here." she turns around and walks back over to charles. "place your hands on his shoulders so he can tie your shoes." you tell her.

she places her hands on his shoulders as he moves down to tie her shoe. after tightening the knot, he stands up. "all good." she turns around and makes her way to the exit. "thanks daddy!" she calls behind her.

both you and charles freeze. "oh, um..." you stutter out. his face and ears are burning red.

"why don't we-"

"let's just-" both you and charles start at the same time. he gestures for you to walk ahead of him. you nod your head and start walking after your daughter with charles close behind.

this will definitely be a conversation for later.

[rustyr3dhe4d]

he’s so pretty like wtf-

[rustyr3dhe4d]

growing pains - ls2

*super disclaimer!!! this is actually a plot line i came up with for an actual logan sergeant fanfic but decided to scrap. that being said, i already came up with the character. anywho, this might be shit so enjoy anyways! also, i know i used songs that were written by other people but pretend that they aren't for the plot*

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summary: after red bull let you go and you joined williams for your second year on the grid, instead of keeping quiet about what really happened, you write a bomb-ass album about it.

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dcasey29 growing pains. OUT NOW!

a piece of me to you. thank for the love, d<3

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williamsracing this will be on repeat in the garage💙💙 proud of you dylan!

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dylan's pov

i stare at all of the comments on twitter and instagram regarding the recent drop of my album. some are nice and some are not. "stop it. your album that you made is amazing." logan reassures me as he sits down.

"i know, i'm just scared on how christian is going to react." i turn off my phone and set it on the coffee table.

after my rookie season with red bull, christian let me go after refusing to take on the name as "red bulls slut-around-rookie." there was many more PR stunts i had to do, many of them pertaining to my love and sex life.

shortly after i cleaned out my drivers room, the red bull racing account on instagram announced my departure and was welcoming sergio perez with open arms. also later that night, james vowles the team principal of williams racing, called me with an offer for a seat due to alex being out for the season due to a shoulder injury in the post-season.

"let him react. his reaction will only prove you were right in what you wrote about him in your songs." logan places his hand on mine, giving it a tight squeeze.

on my first day at HQ, me and logan hit it off instantly. of course, our main thing in common was that we were both the only americans on the grid. after spending some time together, we ended up developing feelings for one another. we started dating a few months ago and people know, but we still keep a lot of things about our relationship private.

i move my head to rest on his shoulder, which he places a kiss on my head in response. sadly the comfortable silence between the two of us was cut short by my phone vibrating.

we both sit up and read the name on the phone.

christian horner (Red Bull TP)

we both share a wide eyed look before my hand reaches out to grab my phone.

"shit." i whisper, before hesitantly pressing the green answer button.

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