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[thebiggerbear]

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Doug x Carol

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Hold My Hand

Trigger warnings: Character death and mention of surgery and stabbing.

Word Count: 1,965

Author’s Note: This takes place during season 6, the episode where Lucy Knight dies. It’s inspired by the song “Hold My Hand” by Lady Gaga.

They weren’t even out of the parking lot when Robert Romano got a call on his cell phone. A clunky thing, he hated it. Hated it especially when he was about to have a night off with the woman he loved. He hated it even more now that someone was on other line telling him John Carter and Lucy Knight had been attacked by a patient. Both of them had been stabbed, it wasn’t looking good. Weeks, months, even years later he couldn’t remember exactly who had called him. Maybe a secretary, hell maybe Kerry Weaver. His adrenaline was already running high as he pulled back into his parking space.

“You have to come in with me.” He had told Emily Gorman. They had been dating for more than two years. He loved her. He loved her so much that he kept her hidden from the hospital. None of his colleagues needed to know about her. She was his. But this attacker was on the loose, no one knew where he was and Robert was not going to take his chances.

“Okay.” Emily didn’t hesitate. She climbed out of the car and was next to him as fast as she could be. Robert was complicated. On edge a lot, he certainly believed no one was going to fall in love with him. Then there she was. On a rare day off he had visited a museum and she was the curator. He was floored when she agreed to go out with him, even more when she loved him back. For Emily it was as easy as breathing. Yes, Robert had his prickly side, but the moments where he thought no one was looking - the moments he let himself be kind and calm - that was where she fell in love with him.

After work she had taken the L train to meet him as he was finishing at the hospital. She didn’t mind that he never introduced her to coworkers. Part of her suspected that he was worried she would see the infamous “Rocket” Romano personality she had heard of. She wasn’t ignorant of the fact that his co-workers had a certain disdain for him. She heard how he acted on occasion. Most prominently when Lucy Knight had shown up at their house at nearly midnight on Christmas Eve to ask him to perform a surgery only he was qualified for. When he talked back and down to her, the young woman didn’t blink - she called him out. He started to get ready to leave the second he closed their door. Apologizing to Emily with a soft kiss, she just smiled and told him good luck. Getting to see that side of Robert was a Christmas present unto itself.

They climbed into the elevator and up to the surgical floor.

“I have to change.” He said quickly. “There is a lounge or you could wait in my office if you wanted.”

“Robert, go help Lucy and Carter. I’ll be here.” She assured him and he allowed himself a moment where he didn’t care if he was at work as his lips found hers. In need of calming and assurance, which Emily was always willing to give. It would be the talk of the hospital by the next morning.

She had only been in Robert’s office once when she surprised him for lunch. He had hurried her quietly through the hallways and closed the door behind him.

“If I didn’t know any better, Robert, I would think you were ashamed of me.” She had joked.

Immediately his arms were around her. “It’s more I want to keep you to myself. The barbarians in this place don’t need to know my personal business.” He showed her off when they were at galas and the occasional parties. His mom absolutely adored her, but people like Peter Benton didn’t need to know he was kind to anyone. It would ruin his reputation.

She sat at his desk, lazily reading through some medical journal. Well, trying to read through a medical journal when he walked in late. It was clear he was exhausted.

“Hey.” She said standing. “How are Lucy and Carter?”

“Lucy is in post-op. Lizzie and I had to crack her chest. That bastard butchered her. Carter is still in surgery. They had trouble controlling the bleeding, but they were able to save his kidney.” Emily brought her hand to his cheek as he let out a sigh. He didn’t want to go home in case anyone needed him. Not to mention the mountain of paperwork and administrative meetings he was going to need to attend to deal with how a patient got a butcher knife and attacked two of his staff. The couch in his office was looking mighty comfortable and if he could have his arms around Emily as he slept - all the better. He was about to suggest it when his pager went off - 911 to post op.

“I have to go. I’m so-“

“Robert, don’t apologize. I’m here.”

“I love you.” He said quickly before he pecked her lips.

“I love you too.”

“Order some food. You should eat.” He called as he headed out the door. Emily did just that. She ordered his favorite food from his favorite late night spot. Being a surgeon, a highly respected one at that, Robert’s hours were all over the place. Emily had gotten to know what restaurants in Chicago stayed open late.

It wasn’t long until the food arrived and she set it out on his desk, pushing the medical journals to the side. Surgery could take hours, so she settled in slowly eating, but she was surprised when he came back quickly. Robert’s face was pale, his eyes cast toward the ground.

“Robert?” She was immediately in front of him, he didn’t even bother to close the door.

“Lucy threw a clot.” He said quietly. “We tried to get her into CT to remove it, but she threw more.” His voice was monotone, almost like he didn’t believe the words he was saying. “She didn’t make it.”

Emily threw her arms around him. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Robert respected Lucy. He couldn’t not respect Lucy. He told Emily that she was smart. Emily loved her gumption when she showed up on Christmas Eve. Now she was gone. Emily pulled back to look at the man she loved. His deep brown eyes looked lost, sad, and angry. “This wasn’t your fault, Robert.”

“I should have been better. I should have-“

“No.” She cut him off quickly. “I know you. I know how you work. You’re an incredible surgeon. Elizabeth, from what you’ve told me, is an incredible surgeon.”

“One of the best.” He said with a small nod.

“Then Lucy had the best.”

“I have to.. I need to go close her up. We had to open her chest again and I… She shouldn’t stay like that.” Emily nodded. “Will you come with me?” She grabbed his hand lightly and let him lead her through the halls of the surgical floor. She could tell there were whispers from nurses, other doctors, that Robert Romano was walking hand in hand with someone. Neither of them cared. Leading her into a room, Lucy was laying on a table. Her chest open and bloody, it was so quiet you could have heard a pin drop.

Putting on a fresh pair of gloves, Robert grabbed some equipment and slowly began sewing her wounds.

“She would have made a hell of a doctor. A hell of a surgeon, really.”

“Coming from you, I know that’s a compliment.”

“Do I not compliment people enough?” He asked.

“Not from work, no.” Emily remarked. She stood next to him as he continued to work. Still wearing a light blue surgical gown over his dark blue scrubs, time seemed to tick by slowly. He was almost finished when a woman walked in. Wearing green scrubs, with a crutch in her right hand and short, deep red hair, her eyes were fixed on Lucy. Based on listening to Robert’s complaints and comments about work, she knew this had to be Kerry Weaver. Emily took a few steps back, letting the doctors have a moment together.

“I had to close her chest.” Robert explained simply. She stood on the opposite side of the table and grabbed a small pair of scissors, cutting the thread as he finished. “Thank you.” She began pulling the sheet over Lucy. “The nurses can do that.”

“I know.” She answered before her eyes fixed on Emily and then again on Robert.

“It doesn’t seem a good time for introductions, but this is Emily Gorman. Emily, this is Dr. Kerry Weaver.”

“Dr. Weaver.” Emily said with a small nod.

“It’s nice to meet you, Emily.” The woman answered back. Kerry didn’t know what to think. At first she wanted to be angry. Robert letting some random person into this room, but then she looked at him. Robert ‘Rocket’ Romano was not one to be rattled. If you had asked her 24 hours earlier, she would almost think Robert incapable of it. Now, he looked almost shell shocked. Kerry has suspected he had been seeing someone. Robert accused the ER of being a gossipy place, but the surgical floor wasn’t innocent of it. After the surgeons gala more than a year earlier there were talks of Robert dancing with a pretty brunette who he held to his side the rest of the night. This must be her, and he clearly needed her by his side now.

“You should go home, Robert.”

Robert shook his head. “There’s going to be meetings and calls.”

“I can handle it.” Kerry assured him. “Anything that needs your attention can wait until your next shift.” He nodded and took off his gloves. His hand finding Emily’s again.

“Have a good night, Kerry.” He said quietly.

“Goodnight, Dr. Weaver.” Emily added as they walked toward the door.

“Goodnight.” Kerry called after them. They returned to his office and Emily packed their food. He was silent as they walked to the parking lot. He didn’t even try to object to Emily driving them home. He was quiet as they unlocked the door and Emily put the food in the fridge. Gretel trotted up to him and he sat on the couch, allowing her to jump up and he softly scratched her neck and ears. When Emily came into the living room he was staring into the TV, which he hadn’t turned on.

“You should go to bed.” He said as she sat down next to him.

“I’m okay.”

“You have work in a few hours.”

“I’ll call out.” She saw his jaw slightly clench.

“You shouldn’t.”

“Yes, I should.”

“Damn it, Emily! Go to bed!” His outburst was even louder in the middle of the night. Emily saw it for what it was. Robert was very good at pushing people away. He perfected it, even. He didn’t like anyone seeing him vulnerable. It was much easier to get angry, to make people leave. Slowly she reached her hand toward his. As soon as their fingers touched he held on for dear life as he couldn’t stop the tears anymore. He leaned into her, his head on her shoulder.

“It’s okay.” She whispered before wrapping her free arm around him and he moved himself closer to her. It was like a dam breaking. His shoulders shook as he sobbed. How dare this happen? How dare Lucy die? It wasn’t fair. It was anything but fair. “I’m here.”

“Emily.” His voice was broken.

“Just hold on to me.” She urged. “Don’t let go.” It didn’t matter if he cried for a minute or for hours. She was there, she would always be there.

[bamboo72498]

Umbrella

@domaystic Day 6: Umbrella Fandom: ER Word Count: 300 Rating: G [][]

Their daughters’ high-pitched squeals echo off the other houses on their street. Bundled up in matching raincoats and welly boots, Tess and Kate were enthralled in the magic of a rainstorm and the puddles it created. At two years old, the world was still so new, and everything was awe-inspiring for them.

“Oh, to be a kid again when a simple puddle brought hours of entertainment,” Doug muses as he joins her on the driveway where she’s been keeping watch of the twins.  

She chuckles at that, flinching as a raindrop hits her directly in the eye. “Keep your voice down. Maybe they won’t notice us and can stay entertained a little while longer.” It was the first day all month it was nice enough to go outside, and cabin fever was starting to get to them all. 

He unfurls a large umbrella, the click of it locking it into place draws the girls’ attention for just a split second, and steps closer to her until the fabric covers them both. She tucks herself into his side, a move so common, so practiced between them that Doug lifting his arm and resting it around her back with his hand on her hip doesn’t stop their conversation. 

“Can we order in for dinner? I don’t feel like cooking,” she asks.

“Sounds good to me,” he replies. 

They stay outside, watching their daughter’s playing in an imaginary world of fairies and frogs and a white queen who needs saving, listening to the patter of raindrops on the umbrella. 

“Daddy! Watch!” Mommy! Look at me!”

“I’m watching, honey!” they say in unison, quickly looking at each other and laughing. 

It’s makes her heart soar. She’s finally here: happy, warm, and safe with her family. It’s something she never dreamed she’d ever get.

[wonderofasunrise]

“I’m going home now,” Kerry says, trying so hard to suppress a smirk before lowering her voice, “I’ll get dinner on the way. See you there?”

Susan nods with a smile - the smile that never fails to melt Kerry’s heart, and her green eyes meet Kerry’s blue ones as she silently wishes a small exchange of smiles every once in a while (along with, very occasionally, small physical touches) was not all they could do while at work. As much as she understands why they keep their relationship secret, what with Kerry’s reservations about how being a lesbian would affect her career and her overall inexperience when it comes to same-sex relationships, she cannot deny how much she longs for the world to see how much she and Kerry love each other. How they have made each other better in ways that they never imagined before.

[bwayfan25]

And yet another chapter of the ABF!AU is up! I haven't updated something so quickly in two years. (But I think that just means that I'm very excited to share it with all of you)

[teencopandthesourwolf]

If he were to be true to himself, which he generally isn't when it comes to this shit, Derek knew he was fucked the very first time he met Stiles Stilinski—no, actually, that's not entirely accurate. It was before that. He was fucked the second he smelled the kid's unique scent hitching a ride on the damp breeze that cut through Beacon Hills preserve on that fateful day, just over two years ago, when Derek stood on his family's land and tapped a claw against the plastic casing of the inhaler he'd found. The inhaler he'd sniffed out from the undergrowth in the middle of the night. The inhaler sitting inside the pocket of his dead Dad's leather jacket that he'd recovered from the ruins of his childhood home. The inhaler he'd returned the day after he played pretend with himself that it had been him who had bitten Scott McCall.

Derek has been playing pretend ever since.

But how is he supposed to pretend now, with the rogue piece of Stiles's clothing screwed up in his fist and him finally home alone in his own apartment? Worse (or better) is the fact that it's the kid's favourite beloved hoodie, the one he wears all the goddamn time which Derek can tell hasn't seen the inside of a washing machine in a while because of the way it reeks of nothing but pure, unadulterated Stiles.

Stiles's red, red hoodie.

Derek's eyes flash blue to remind him of who he is, at the same time as his fangs drop and his short nails extend into yellowed claws. Absently, he thinks of Little Red and The Big Bad Wolf when his form shifts, his resolve shattering like mirror glass as he accepts his seven years of bad luck with grace the moment he shoves his face into the fabric, now releasing that throaty groan that turns to a low growl then into a sex-hungry, shuddering snarl.

He inhales.

Deep; deeply; deeper.

And Derek is lost to Stiles, forever.

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(from my current sterek WIP fic—let me know in the comments if you'd like to be tagged when it's up!)

[monkiebois]

Peach Blossom Jade Ch17

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THIS FANFIC WAS MADE BY NONE OTHER THEN MY FATHER SIX-EARED-GREMLIN!

It's called Peach Blossom Jade and its SO CUTE AND SWEET AND IM TERRIFIED CAUSE THERES SOMETHING IN THE CORNER AND AGH-

In all seriousness, I loved this latest chapter and decided to draw it today for my dearest friend and dad @six-eared-gremlin-ao3 as a gift <3

[blvvdk3ep]

I don't know if this is just a Twitter phenomenon, but I am sick of some IWTV fans acting like those who identify Lestat as being abusive are being dramatic or misreading the show. Lestat's villainy intersects racial and supernatural lines; every power he has over Louis, physically or societally, he subtly uses to lure him in and to control him. He's a fantastic character precisely because he's charismatic, beautifully polished, thoughtful, and passionate, but also cruel, hiding a profound ugliness, so deranged about love it turns around into something monstrous, capable of unthinkable violence towards those he loves. And the first set of traits (are used by him to) disguise the second set. He's obviously purposefully written like that and dismissing that is doing the writers a disservice. They wrote an amazing fucking character, and he's selfish, manipulative, and yes, abusive to Louis and Claudia, and he's so cleverly written that even at his most cruel when he gets what he deserves, you can't help but feel just a little bit sorry for him. Ignoring that brilliance just to unironically uwu softboy he never did anything wrong babygirlify him is soooo lame sorry

[thebiggerbear]

Doug x Carol Masterlist

(works coming soon)

[random-of-random]

Updates

Don’t worry guys - I haven’t abandoned “The Secret”. I am working in the next chapter now. However, I did write a little something else in the meantime. I don’t know if any of you are ER fans. Especially Romano fans. (I know there is more than just me). Anyway, just a one shot coming your way.

[bamboo72498]

Find The Word Tag

This is my first time playing this game, so sorry if I do it wrong.  Tagged by : @mrsmungus 

Tagging: @thefifthmarauder @justlovely @bunysliper @bwayfan25 (and anyone else who wants to play!)

My words to find: shake, lost, never, past, rain Your words: blue, going, smile, ate, sleep

Shake- found in my Christmas gift exchange story for our ER discord

“I have no idea,” Kerry agrees with a shake of her head. Henry looked so much like Sandy it was scary.

Lost- found in an upcoming FLM chapter featuring a meet cute between Austin and Christine

“Sorry. I was finishing up a lab; I guess I lost track of time,” Christine replies remorseful.

Never- found in the next chapter of my Bones winter challenge

“If you can do it, so can it,” Christine says, puffing out she chest. She was scared but would never let Michael know that.

Past- found in another upcoming FLM chapter where Danielle meets Ashley’s family

The street was lined with cars and a group of boys playing catch with a football moved to the side as they drive past looking for a parking spot. “Are all those people at your grandma’s?”

Rain- this one was so hard to find! It’s not from a WIP, as this chapter has been posted, but I still like it. From chapter 4 of ‘Double Helix’

November 25th arrives cold and rainy, and, after their traditional birthday breakfast of cinnamon rolls and hot chocolate, and seeing their dad off to work with lots of extra kisses, Carol bundles her four-year-olds in coats and hats and mittens and takes them to finally meet their sister in person.

[zizzy-rie]

Stuff for Love Team :3

[wonderofasunrise]

“I’ve been in love with you a long time.”

[bwayfan25]

Hey for anyone that has been following the A Best Friend You Can’t Get Rid Of AU, I just realized chapter 49 did not post correctly at all. In fact, 75% of the chapter was missing. I’ve since fixed this and the whole thing has been posted. Please check it out you’re following along!

[sapphicsandscience]

Lockdown: Part two of one of the Whumptober prompts I completed.

Both parts are posted on AO3 here!