#he got her coffee from the nurse’s lounge

[secondstar-acorn]

I’m on s1 ep10 of Gilmore Girls and I’m losing my fucking mind over how in love with Lorelai Luke is

[luveline]

Hi jade, I have a hurt/comfort request for Steve, maybe reader was there with the party for all the vecna stuff and maybe gets hurt, afterwards Steve taking care of her and staying w her in the hospital and stuff? Love your writing!

thank you for requesting <3 fem!reader

“Did you know there’s like, a concessions stand?” 

You moan at the pain between your shoulders, turning onto your arm. Steve lounges in the chair beside you with a paper plate of donuts on his chest. His legs are kicked up on your bed. He’s taken his shoes off, at least. 

“Free donuts, coffee, they even had flapjacks.” 

“Steve, I think you have to pay for those.” 

He puts the plate on your bed. “Well, they can’t send you to jail.” 

“‘Cos my back’s broken?” 

“‘Cos you’re too pretty for prison.” Steve sits up properly. “You need help?” 

He moves the donuts again onto your nightstand and hooks you under the arms to ease you into a sitting position. You’re back isn’t broken, for the record, but you fell funny coming out of the gate a few days ago and you haven’t bounced back yet. Worse, you've got an infected burn on your hand, wrist and arm from your Molotov cocktail. It’s out of commission, as are you while they pump antibiotics into the crook of your elbow. Steve’s careful not to tug your IV. 

You gasp, the twinge in your back turning to flame. “I know,” Steve murmurs, shockingly sincere, “I’m sorry. You’re not supposed to lie down all the time, or it won’t get better.” 

“I know.” 

“Yeah, of course you do. You know everything.” 

Insult or compliment, you’re unsure. What you do know is that Steve’s come to see you every day since you were checked in, he’s the one who checked you in, and he’s taken good care of you so far. He’s not even your boyfriend, you thought he liked Nancy— but he’s rubbing his hands down your shoulders and looking you in your face despite the horror he’s sure to be witnessing. Bruised eye, greasy nose, hair thankfully clean but completely untouched otherwise. 

“Better?” he asks, cupping your cheek. 

Is he gonna kiss me? you think. You glance down at his lips, then back up. Steve doesn’t notice or doesn’t mention it, his fingers drawing a gentle path behind your ear as his thumb aligns with your jaw. 

“Hey, don’t cry.” 

You shake your head. “No, I’m not.”

“Sorry, you just looked so sad for a second.” He laughs wryly. Though you don’t feel like he’s making fun of you, he teases, “Cheer up. What have you got to be so sad about?” 

“You keep harassing me.” 

“Oh, that’s how it is!” He tips his head back. “Nurse! I’d like to report a thief!” 

You gasp, laugh, and attempt to cover his mouth as strikes of pain nibble up your spine. “Steve, don’t–” He catches your hands to stop you from silencing him, but he doesn’t shout again, holding your hands together in his lap, smiling smugly and affectionately at once. He has nice eyes that are almost almond in shape and a lovely light brown. They glow in the slither of light that sneaks its way through the blinds, raw amber, stomach-achingly pretty. 

You can’t look at him for too long. You defer to your hands scrunched up in the sheets instead. 

“I did pay for the donuts, by the way. I’m just messing with you.” 

You try to laugh. “Why doesn't that surprise me?” 

“You act like I’m such a jerk,” he says fondly, pulling you in for a cautious hug. He’s tender when he needs to be, you’d never have thought it of him, how sweetly and softly he rubs your back, how he murmurs near your ear. “Do you need more meds? I’m sure they can get you another dose of the good stuff if you pretend your gummy arm is aching.” 

“Thanks, Steve, but I’m fine.” 

He hums. “Think I can get them to let me stay the night?” 

“Steve, I’m really okay.” 

“It’s not about you, I just don’t wanna go home,” he lies poorly, “they don’t have donuts at home–”

His hand leaves your back. “Are you eating over my shoulder?” you ask. 

He hugs you tighter with the remaining arm. “What? No.” 

You feel sprinkles falling down your back and ignore it for now. He’ll have to help you out of bed in a few minutes anyways. He can sort it out then. For now, you lean into his chest and close your eyes tight. 

“I’ll sleep better in the chair by your bed,” he promises. 

[dejwrites]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ can i, leon kennedy

you should have known something was going to happen when he showed up at your door at two in the morning.

♔ ˖ ✧ — general warnings: female reader, her/she pronouns, female anatomy described, written with black reader in mind, established relationship (they’re exes), mentions of scars, a lil angst, profanity, takes place after re4 events but i don’t spoil anything major, reader folds immediately but who wouldn’t fold for leon, mentions of reader being a nurse, mentions of reader talking to someone—not dating but talking, slight jealous!leon, listen to can i by kehlani to get the mood of this one shot // smut warnings: missionary position, a lil bit of just the tipness…you’ll understand what i mean when you read it, spit usage, implied oral (f.receiving), clit play, fully clothed leon kinda idk man i thought the sight of him being fully clothed was hot in my head just walk with me it okay, body worship, implied marking kink, // word count: 2.6k, minors dni

A YAWN ESCAPED BY YOUR LIPS AS YOU LET YOUR SLIPPERS SLIDE ACROSS THE LIGHT WOODEN FLOORS. The sound of knocking on your apartment’s door jolting you out of sleep caused you to grumble all types of profanity words under your breath. You had finished a twelve-hour shift at your job and had the next day off—gladly you were spending that time catching up on sleep until the person behind your front door interrupted. You leaned forward to peel through the peephole, and you thought your eyes were deceiving you. You stepped back to rub the sleep out of your eyes to confirm that you weren’t dreaming that the man behind your front door was there. That this wasn’t you dreaming of him. Your eyes glance over at the clock that was on the coffee table in your living room, 2 A.M. 

You looked again, and his figure was still there. He looked different from the last time you saw him. Did he get bigger? Taller? Did his hair get longer? What was he doing here? Questions swirled around your mind until the knocking happened again. You inhaled sharply, reliving that when you opened the door, all the memories of him would slap you harshly. You’ll have to face him after the breakup that left you having dazed and confused sleepless nights. When you unlocked your door and opened it, the questions swirling around your head were answered.

Yes, he did get bigger, as if he’s been working out more. Yes, it did seem like he got taller. And his hair looked like it got longer to the point that it fell in his face just a little bit. But those eyes, those eyes weren’t the same from the last time you gazed upon them. They looked mature, yet could tell so many stories from what he’s been through the last time you saw them. 

“Leon, what are you doing here?” 

You haven’t seen him since he decided to break off the relationship. Quoting that it’ll only grow complicated due to what he does, as if you haven’t cleaned cuts and bruises on his body due to said job. You always wanted to tell him that you were all in and didn’t mind the possible dangers of dating him. 

“Can I come in?” His voice knocks you out of your thoughts, and you're staring at him as if he’s gone mad. 

However, it was two in the morning, and you didn’t want any complaints in the morning from neighbors. You stepped aside to let him in. When he stepped by you, his scent made your knees weak. Maybe it was because you hadn’t indulged in that scent in so long. There were days when you would smell just like him because you lounged in his spare RPD t-shirts or cuddled up next to him after a long shift at the hospital. Now it was like a temporary mist, just a mere memory of what you two had. You closed the door and locked it, your fingers tugging at the oversized t-shirt you wore—now feeling awkward that you haven’t slipped on sweats. 

“I know we left on a rather-“ 

“You broke up with me, and I couldn’t contact you afterward.” You interrupted. “Why are you here, Leon? To talk? To argue? To makeup? I don’t have time for this, you know.” You’re stepping further to close the gap between you two.

“To make up.” 

Those words shocked you, and now you were taking two steps back to glare at him in confusion. Your eyebrows furrowed together as you searched for the words to describe how you felt about that. 

“You’re insane.” You said. “You can’t just show up and expect us to just make up.”

“I didn’t expect it to be easy, Y/N.” Leon’s taking the two steps forward that you backed out of. “I know that you’re so stubborn that you’ll make me work for it. I’m shocked that you didn’t slam the door in my face.” 

“Stubborn?” You darkly chuckled and rolled your eyes at his words. “Leon, I’m talking to someone, and I think we will be serious soon.” 

Selfishly, you said those words to hurt him. You and this person had only been on one or two dates, and you weren’t even sure that you two would be serious. You just worked in the same hospital, but your two schedules were very rigorous—you weren’t even sure if the two of you could even work. But you had to admit; you said those words to hurt Leon. You wanted him to have that same heartbroken feeling of when he just left you and went radio silent on you. 

Leon’s jaw tightens at the sound of your words. Your words pierced his chest so harshly that it felt like it was tightening. His nails dig into the inside of his palms before he exhales sharply. The space between you two can’t get closed up, and you would take a step back until you felt the arm of your gray-colored sofa. 

“So, whatever nonsense you have to tell me—I’m sure it no longer matters because I’m serious with this person.” You broke the silence. 

Why did that sting your tongue so harshly? Was it because it was a lie? Maybe.  He didn’t need to know that because you didn’t want him to hurt you again. He didn’t even deserve to be in your presence anymore. But foolishly, here he was because you let him. You let him in your presence for what? Some petty lies to make him seethe with jealousy. 

Yes, Leon was jealous. You knew him so well that seeing the way his jaw locked showed that he was in deep thought about you and this person. You knew Leon was thinking of the thought of you smiling at this person with that same smitten smile you used to give him. You knew he’d think about how you’ll give this person the same lovesick stare you formally gave him. Gosh, the thought of you giving yourself to them sexually had the brown-haired man seeing red (but he wouldn’t admit that to you). 

“Are you really serious with them?” 

“Yes.” 

Liar. 

“Even if I do this?” 

You never expected to feel Leon’s lips again. The last time you felt the warmth of his lips—he was placing a kiss on the top of the temple and leaving you alone in the diner your first date was swearing that it was him and not you. So you wouldn’t say the feeling of his lips was foreign to you—he had kissed, licked, and sucked upon your bare body all before. But this just felt salacious. 

You only say that because of how quickly you grasp at the leather jacket he wore to bring him closer. Your body inching closer towards the sofa behind your body with each move of your lips on each other. During the brief moment of Leon breaking the kiss slowly, you could feel small pecks upon your kiss swollen kisses as if the brown-haired man didn’t want the kiss to end. From your toes that were covered in pastel pink colored fuzzy socks to the top of your head—your body felt hot. You were only covered in just a flimsy oversized t-shirt but felt like you were running a fever. And Leon took advantage of this and the overflowing tension that was closing in on the both of you as you were in the living room. His rugged hands that were stained with vices he committed while being away is tugging the shirt over your head without care. The piece of clothing decorating the floor was similar to the rug that was in the center of the living room. 

Leon’s chestnut-colored eyes are watching as your bare skin encrusts with goosebumps due to the cool air that circulates the apartment. His mouth waters the way your nipples harden as soon as you’re just exposed for him to see. With a shaky breath, you’re pushing yourself further onto the sofa and Leon took place in between the space of your plush thighs. You poorly attempted to use the sound of his belt being unbuckled and pants being pushed off frantically to silence your thoughts. Oh, we’re your thoughts playing ping pong at the moment. A mixture of ‘oh, this is such a bad idea’ and ‘it wouldn’t hurt to give him some while he looks so desperate for you’. You wanted to tell your thoughts to shut up so you can process that moment, but that was a bit too late when your blue-colored panties were being dragged down your thighs. Your pussy lips were painted with your slick and it took Leon so much restraint to not bury his face in between your thighs. 

He’s tugging himself out his bottoms, but not fully—just enough to tug his hardened cock out from his boxers and have it resting on your tummy. The weight of it causes you to swallow the nervous lump that formed in the back of your throat. But your pussy ached to feel it again. You wanted him to make you feel so good like he did before you broke up. He’s pushing your knees to your chest and one of your legs plops upon his shoulder as he’s making eye contact with you. You broke his eye contact to stare at the way your gold anklet dangled just a bit by his ear. You couldn’t dare look at Leon when you let him have you like this in a matter of minutes, completely folding to let him see you vulnerable like this when you swore to never let him back into the comfort of your life. 

“Look at me,” Leon’s fingers hook under your chin to guide you to look at him. “Are you serious with them? Even though you’re letting me do this?” His voice oozes with a teasing tone that you wanted to comment on. 

But instead, you’re watching as he’s brushing his pink-colored tip upon your wet folds. With the mixture of the precum encrusted on it and your slick—the wet sound of him massaging his tip between your folds made your stomach form knots. Not bad ones though, pleasurable ones that you had whimpering out for more as Leon’s brushed his tip upon your entrance teasingly. His free hand that wasn’t guiding his cock to tease you until you were soaked rubbed soothing curves on the leg that was prompted on his shoulder. 

“Please, Leon. Stop the teasin’,” You whither upon his grasp attempting to feel some friction of his cock being inside you. 

“Tell me what you want..” His voice trails off just like the fingertips that trailed down your chest. Tracing alongside your areola and down to your belly button. The tip of his cock rested just a bit inside of you and just that little motion was driving you insane. 

With a smug grin on his face, Leon’s barely putting in the effort to push his hips further inside you. He just had his tip resting inside you until he could feel your thighs quivering against his body. Instead of granting you what you want, he’s just indulging in the feeling of your pussy pulsing around his tip.  

With broken whimpers, you could only rasp out. “I want you.” 

Leon clicks his tongue before he’s peppering the inside of your ankle with kisses. With each kiss, you’re left breathless. When you look at him, it sees memories of your relationship being dumped upon you. The way he looked at you was the way he would look at you when you were together. So lovestruck. So smitten for just you. 

“Look at you,” Leon pulls his tip which was covered with slick out. He teasingly brushed it against your throbbing clit causing a chill to travel down your spine. “So beautiful.” 

“Please, Leon.” You begged, your waist moving just a bit below his grasp to feel for him. “I’m not serious with anyone. I haven’t been since we broke up.” 

And that’s what Leon wanted to hear. He brought his hand up to his mouth pooling a good amount of spit in his hand before letting it coat his cock with ease. You heard Leon let out a groan of desperation as he palmed himself right in front of you before sliding into you with ease. 

You couldn’t quite describe how you felt when you and Leon became whole. The feeling of his cock felt like something that you yearned for months. Your chest heaved at the feeling—at how well Leon felt inside of you. His hips pivot forward in a motion that makes your brain fuzz up. Your fingers grasp at his forearm digging into it as something to help you hold on. Your thighs spread apart so provocatively that you knew Mother Mary herself was clutching her heart. Your eyes that were squeezed shut fluttered open to make eye contact with Leon just as the sound of your thighs slapping against his clothed lower half. 

Without many words, he’s increasing his speed. With your leg hooked by his shoulder and your shiny golden anklet dangling carelessly with each thrust forward. Your whimpers were like music to Leon’s heated and red-shaded ears. His callous hands grasped at your waist to pin you in place even though you were already ever so trapped under his weight. You could feel the wetness below your bare bottom staining the sofa that many months ago—he helped pick out. With your mouth gasping apart, Leon leans down to place wet kisses on your gasping lips. Not exactly muffling your moans so you wouldn’t wake your neighbors but to just feel even closer to you. 

“Shit.” Leon breathes out as he tugs himself out of you before shoving himself back in to feel the warmth and tightness of your pussy again.

It was one thing you adored when Leon and yourself had sex. When he was about to come, he always ensured you came first. Even if he was on his last ounce of energy, he wasn’t afraid to let his fingers dance upon your throbbing clit to intensify the toe-curling orgasm that erupted in the pit of your stomach. That’s exactly what he did, he’s lifting his body off of you and wetting his index and middle finger. Without reluctance, he thumbs at your clit in a circular motion. 

“You’re so close, I can tell how you’re squirming and how much you soaked the sofa,” Leon says through breathy groans and subtle hushed profanity words.

Tears crystalized on your lash line as you whimpered out Leon’s name as if it was the only word you knew. The way he seemed to make your lower half body go through its own wave of fireworks—you were perfectly fine with only seeing him, only having him, and much more. His hips rock forward to fuck you through the orgasm that made your toes curl and your back arch off the softness of the plush sofa below your sweat-coated body. 

This wasn’t how you imagined the conversation to go, but if you were given the chance to turn back time to change the way it went—you wouldn’t.

You were seeing spots in the way your orgasm tugged you off cloud nine. Your pussy pulses around Leon’s cock as you feel the weight of his clothed body falls upon your frame. Your chest heaves upward and downward as you’re trying to regain your breath, soul, and thoughts. You could feel Leon kissing your heated skin that now was engraved with the scent of him. 

Oh, Leon Kennedy what you could do to a girl like you. He would always have your heart even if you tried your hardest to tug away.

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[louloulemons-posts]

Oil At The Coffee Shop VII

Eddie X Fem!Reader

Summary : Steve’s Halloween party takes place, and things escalate between you and Eddie.

Word Count : 1.8k

Warnings : not proofread, swearing, alcohol, drunk reader, talks of the upside down and vecna, flufffyyyyyyyyy, first kiss 👀

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~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Halloween was here. Kids were running up and down the streets dressed as various ghouls and ghosts. You’d closed up shop early, the day had been busy, people adoring all of the sweet treats you’d had on offer.

You quickly shooed Max and El, telling them you’d see them at the party later on. Cleaning up as fast as you could, you headed up to your apartment to get ready for Steve’s party.

You’d decided to dress up as Daphne Blake from Scooby-Doo, one of your favourite characters. Climbing into your purple costume, you fought with it to zip up the back.

Pink tights covered your legs, a green ascot around your neck, along with purple shoes and headband. It looked great for a last minute costume.

It was now nearly hitting 8, so you had to be quick. Luckily you and the girls had already wrapped up the cakes for the party, so you could lock up, get in your car and go.

The drive to Steve didn’t take long, early enough so you didn’t seem rude. Walking in you headed straight to the kitchen, food and drinks were lay out.

“Hey! You made it!” Steve smiled, giving you a sideways hug. To nobody’s surprise, the boy dressed as Danny from Grease, slicking his hair back, dark jeans, vest and a leather jacket.

“Look at you Grease Lightning!” you exclaimed, putting down the snacks in hand. “And you! You ready to solve a mystery?”

“If the offer comes about of course,” I laugh.

“Ah babe these look great!”

“Thanks, where’s Robin, I need to tell her which ones have peanuts in.” He pointed towards the lounge. Sat on the couch was Robin and Vickie, dressed as Andie and Duckie from Pretty in Pink.

“Hey guys! You look great!”

“Jeepers! So do you,” Robin laughed.

“I just came to tell you, some of the sweets have peanuts in, they’re the little frankenstein looking ones.” She smiled, thanking you for the heads up.

The younger kids were dressed up as the Goonies, a great group costume. Nancy and Jonathan were Baby and Johnny from dirty dancing. You heard a familiar voice in the kitchen, Eddie was here.

Walking to greet him, you were taken aback. Okay in all honesty he looked the same as he normally did, but the addition of eyeliner and the taming of his wild curls was something else. “Woah Van Halen, look at you!” you grinned.

“Hey Sweetheart, you look fantastic,” he smiled down at your purple dress. “So do you.”

“Really? Think I look the same.”

“You always look great Eddie,” you smiled at him.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

The party was in full swing, Steve slapping away the younger kids hands whenever they went for alcohol. Scolding them. You on the other hand, were nursing your fifth or sixth drink of the night.

Feeling buzzed and very happy, it was fun. It was nice to have fun and feel normal. You loved the shop, but it’d been stressful. This was the time for you to relax, have a great time with your friends.

“You alright Sweetheart?” a voice came from beside you. “Eddie!” You exclaimed, as if you hadn’t seen the boy in weeks - it’d been about an hour since you last spoke.

“Hiya,” he gave you a crooked smile.

“Hi,” you matched his expression.

“Watcha got there?”

“Drink, it’s yummy. Wanna try?” you asked offering him your cup.

Accepting it from you, he took a sip, coughing slightly. “Who’s mixing your drinks?”

“Robs.”

“Jesus Christ,” he spoke, “Let’s get you some water.”

He put her drink in the skin and filled up a new glass with water. “Sip it okay?” he said, bringing it to your lips, taking small sips. “Good job.” You may have only had 5 or 6 drinks, but Robins pours meant you’d had about 15 or 16.

Watching Eddie intently as drank your water, “You okay?” he asked. Moving the cup from your mouth you nodded, “You’re real pretty Eds.”

His face flushed, “God Robs how much did you put in this?” he asked, more to himself than to anyone in particular. “You should wear eyeliner more often,” you spoke.

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhm, looks real good on you.”

“I almost took my eye out.”

“I’ll do it for you next time, I’ll be real gentle,” you said, touching his cheek softly.

“Yeah okay, as long as I have two eyes by the end of it.”

“Promise,” your hands still touching him, sliding down to play with the curls at the base of his neck.

“What you doing there Sweetheart?”

“You’re just so pretty, curls are just so beautiful Eds.”

“You’re drunk Sweetheart.”

“It’s true though, so fucking beautiful.”

You looked at him in awe, eyes wide like a curious child. “We should get you home,” he said, taking your hand from his face. “But I wanna stay!” you whined.

“Sweetheart don’t you want to go and get comfy in bed?”

You hummed, “That does sound nice. Will you take me?”

“Course Sweetheart? Is your car here?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay then, let’s say goodbye to everyone.”

Wrapping your arms around his, you walked to say a drunken goodbye to your friends. “You gonna be okay driving her home?” Steve asked. “Oh yeah, doubt she’ll be any trouble.”

“Okay man, I’ll see later. See you later,” he smiled, kissing your cheek. “Bye Stevie.”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Eddie helped you into your car, walking round to the other side. “Can you do your belt?” he asked. You attempted, but your fingers didn’t want to work. “I’ve got it Sweetheart,” he said.

Leaning over you and grabbing you belt, you watched Eddie intently. Clicking it into place, he looked at you, not expecting you to be looking at him like that.

“What?” he asked, voice barely a whisper. You heart thumped, he deep chocolate eyes meeting yours. “Eds,” you spoke, hands reaching out to touch his face. “Sweetheart.”

You leant forward, pressing your lips to his gently. You heart warmed, your stomach swarmed with butterflies, all your mind could think was - Eddie Eddie Eddie.

Your hand played with his hair as you kissed him deeper, his own lips moving now. His hand came to your face, his rings cold against your flushed cheeks. You hummed, smiling against his mouth.

He pulled back slightly, “Sweet,” you kissed him again, which made him laugh. He pulled away fully this time, making you whine. “Sweetheart you’re drunk, we can’t do this.”

“Y-you don’t want to kiss me?”

“No! I mean yes! Yes I want to kiss you, but not when you’re drunk. If you want to kiss me when you’re sober we can do that.”

“You promise?” you asked, wide eyed.

“I promise.”

You leaned back in your seat, resting your head against it. Eddie started up the car, taking you home.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

“Hey, wake up,” Eddie shook your shoulders softly, making a groan come out of your mouth. “Come on Sweetheart, let’s get you into bed.”

Eddie had taken your keys when you were back at Steve’s, so he could drive and get you in. After parking in the side alley he helped you up the back staircase and into your apartment.

“Here we go,” Eddie as he pushed the door open. Although you and Eddie had become close, he hadn’t been in your apartment. Not many people had, only Max and El when you sent them up to grab things.

Eddie helped you through the door way, clicking the light on. The boxes full of your stuff was now gone, everything had its place - you still needed to paint some parts.

“Where do you keep your glasses and medication?” Eddie asked.

“Meds are in the bathroom cupboard and glasses are in there,” you motioned to a cupboard.

“Okay,” he filled up a glass and then went to find the bathroom. You sat on the couch, sighing in comfort, sliding your shoes off. You could fall asleep here, suddenly Eddie was in front of you, pills in one hand and water in the other.

“Here you go, you won’t have a headache in the morning.”

“Talking from experience?” you asked, teasingly, he squeezed at your nose lightly. “Take them.”

Without another word, you took the pills with the water, making Eddie smile. “Good job, let’s get you to bed now.” Holding out his hands to you, you took them, allowing him to lead you to the room.

Turning on your lamp, Eddie couldn’t help, but feel honoured to be in a space like yours. It was so you. Cosy, warm, inviting. Something Eddie could have lost if he hadn’t actually got to know you.

“Can you help me out of this?” you asked, you had fought with your zipper on the back of the dress earlier. Eddie walked up to you, carefully lifting your hair up. Taking the zipper into his hand and pulling it down.

Your bareback and bra was visible to him, making him gulp. His skin was rough on you, even-though he touched you as if you were made of glass. “There you go,” he spoke.

“Thank you.”

Holding your arm over your front, you walked to your cupboard to get a shirt and some shorts. “I’ll um … I’ll wait outside,” Eddie said, walking out of the room.

Swapping your clothes, you walk back to the door, to let Eddie in. “Hi,” you say softly.

“Hi Sweetheart.”

“Will you stay with me?” you asked him.

“I’ll stay on the couch, not the bed.”

You sigh, “Sweetheart, if you were sober, I would. I’ll stay on the couch. I’ll be here when you wake up, I promise.”

“Okay, let me get you a blanket and pillow.”

Opening the chest at the end of your bed, you pulled out a nice plus blanket and the took extra pillows from your bed. “Here you go,” you smiled.

“Thank you,” he spoke as he took them from your hands. Leaning down he pressed his lips against your forehead. “If you wake up and you want to kiss me, you’re more than welcome too.”

“I’ll hold you to that offer.”

“Goodnight Sweetheart.”

“Goodnight Eddie.”

Once the door had closed, you lay down on your bed. Quickly getting comfy, and closing your eyes, you’d kissed Eddie. It was amazing.

Soon enough you fell to sleep, dreaming of his lips on yours.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

We’d kissed. She kissed me. I kissed her back.

What if she regretted it? What if she was so drunk she’d just forget?

It might be for the best that she forgot, she deserved so much more than Hawkins’ freak. The man who apparently summoned Satan to the town.

The man who was mentally and physically scarred from the ‘earthquakes’. You didn’t know the truth. Would you still think he was beautiful? Still want to kiss him?

She didn’t know about Chrissy, or Vecna, or what really happened to him and Max. She deserved to know. Even if she hated him after. She needed to know.

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Gender Reveal

Pairing: Will Halstead x reader

Summary: Will and Y/n are more than ready to be parents, and at Y/n's next doctors appointment, she gets to find out the gender of their baby

Requested: Yes, by anonymous

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy

Word Count: 1,333 Words

"Mmm. Stop moving," I mutter sleepily.

"I'm not," Will announced from the other side of the bed.

"I wasn't talking to you," I say and turn around to face him. "The baby is kicking like every five minutes, and I can't get any sleep. Could you talk to them? Please. They love hearing your voice."

Will smiled. "I would love too." Will scooted closer to me and placed his hand on the top of my stomach, bringing his mouth closer to my 6 month pregnant belly. "Hey, peanut. Your mom and I are so excited to meet you in a few months. I've got all the nursery stuff ready to set up, and right now all I've gotta do is paint before I put everything else in there. So tomorrow is a big day. As for now, you're keeping your mother from getting sleep, and she gets grumpy when she gets no rest, so if you could get some sleep too, that'd be nice."

"Will!" I yelp and slap him softly on the back of the head.

"What? It's true," Will defended and placed a kiss on my belly. "Goodnight, peanut."

"Thank you," I murmur.

"No problem," Will returned and leaned up to kiss my forehead. "Goodnight."

The next morning, we went out our day as usual. The two of us got up, got dressed, ate some breakfast, and then headed into work. Both of us worked as ED docs at Chicago Med. It's actually how we met. I entered the ED and dropped my stuff off in the doctors' lounge before making my way to the nurses' station. My favorite charge nurse and best friend was typing away on her pager, but she looked up when she noticed me.

"Hey mama," Maggie greeted. "Where's Big Red?"

"Oh, you know him. He saw the coffee cart outside and just had to stop," I tell her.

"If he's making you give up coffee, he should be abstaining from it too," Maggie pointed out.

"Sure, but I'm not gonna take coffee away from that man. He needs it more than I ever have," I explain. "And you know how he gets without his caffeine. I'm the same way when I don't get enough sleep."

"Fair point. So, big day today," Maggie reminded me. "You excited?"

"Not as excited as you and Will and literally everyone else," I respond.

"How are you not excited? I can hardly contain myself," Maggie claimed.

"Because I'm fine with waiting, Mags. Honestly, boy or girl, it doesn't matter to me," I confess.

Maggie scoffed. "Oh come on, Y/n. You're rooting for it to be a girl. I know you."

"Well, yeah, but Will's side of the family has a lot of boys. So chances are that's what it'll be," I put forth.

"Have hope, Y/n. If you and Will both want it to be a girl then-"

I cut Maggie off. "Wait. Will wants it to be a girl?"

"You didn't know? That's all he ever talks about," Maggie mentioned. "He wants to have tea parties and learn how to braid her hair and tell bedtime stories about princesses."

"I just thought...." I trailed off. "Never mind. So, you got any cases for me?"

"I do," Maggie replied and handed me a tablet. "Have fun. And don't forget to tell me the gender later!"

"How could I ever forget?" I tease and walk away.

..................................................

"There you are," Will breathed out when he saw me relaxing in the lounge. "I've been looking for you."

"We needed a break," I declare and rub my stomach.

"Backache?" Will guessed.

"All day everyday," I joke and glance at my watch. "But I guess the break is over. I've got to get to my appointment."

"That I can't come with to," Will asserted.

"Correct," I confirm. "Because you're gonna freak out, just like you do at every appointment. And if you start to cry, I'm going to cry, and I don't want to do that in front of the doctor."

"But-"

"No buts," I interrupt and stand up. "You'll live, Will. You're not gonna die because you didn't come to this one appointment."

"I might!" Will protested playfully.

"Except you won't. I'll see you in a bit!" I call out to him as I exited the lounge.

1 Hour Later.....

I had the ultrasound picture tucked away in my coat pocket, my finger skimming the edge of it as I walked back to the ED. I knew Will was probably bursting with excitement to find out if we were having a girl or a boy, so I wanted to get back to him. However, when I got back down to the ED, I couldn't seem to find him anywhere. So, I approached the nurses' station where Maggie was standing, as usual.

"Hey, Mags. Have you seen Will?" I ask. "I can't find him."

"Yeah. I sent him up to CT to keep him under control," Maggie told me. "He kept bugging me about when you'd get back, so I had to get rid of him for a bit."

"Makes sense. Well, could you page him down here please? I have some important news to tell him," I explain.

Maggie gasped. "Your appointment! How was it?"

"Good. Great," I clarify. "The baby is healthy."

"So? Boy or girl?" Maggie implored.

I laughed. "Sorry, Mags. As much as I'd like to tell you, I have to tell Will first. But you're second on my list. Promise."

"Okay. I'll page him down here and direct him to the lounge. It'll be about five minutes," Maggie informed me.

Five minutes later, Will entered the lounge, and while he was trying to keep his cool, I could tell he was excited. He had been nothing short of thrilled since I found out I was pregnant.

"How was the appointment? Everything go okay?" Will questioned.

"Yeah. Everything's great," I answer. "Our little peanut is happy and healthy. Here's the ultrasound, if you want to look at it."

"I would love to see it," Will spoke and took a hold of the paper. "God, can you believe we've only got three more months until we're actually parents?"

"I know. These last six months have flown by so fast," I disclose. "So, you notice anything missing from the ultrasound?"

Will frowned. "What? What are you talking about?"

"You don't notice anything missing? No body parts, especially near the bottom half of the baby? It's pretty obvious to me," I state.

"Y/n, what the hell are you talking about? I don't see anything miss-" Will stopped mid-sentence, a smile growing on his face. "Are you serious? Please tell me you're serious."

"I'm serious," I comply.

"I can't believe it! We're having a girl!" Will cheered and kissed me before pulling me in for a hug.

"We're having a girl," I repeat and squeeze him tightly. "So, what's this I hear about tea parties, hair braiding, and princess stories?"

Will laughed. "Maggie told you?"

"Yeah. Just this morning," I say. "It's cute. Adorable, really. You're gonna be an amazing father to her, Will."

"And you're gonna be an amazing mother," Will returned. "God, this is so exciting! I need to call Jay and tell him! He's been asking for updates all day."

"Of course he has. What am I gonna do with the two of you? Go ahead," I urge. "While you do that, I've got to tell a very impatient charge nurse. I'll be back in a minute, okay?"

Will nodded. "Okay. Ooh, tomorrow, can we go to the store and pick out some paint? Jay's got the day off and can come over to help me paint."

"Sure. Sounds like a plan," I comment and give his hand a small squeeze. "Now go ahead and call Jay. You look like you're gonna explode. I'm going to talk to Maggie for a second, and then I'll be right back. Then the two of us can start discussing the nursery."

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[roxannarambles]

Title: The Bloodmoon Graves (Part 7/7)

Summary: Nemona learns about the rumors of a fabled "Bloodmoon Beast" and decides they should all go for a camping trip out in the Timeless Woods to search for it. They end up finding a bit more than they bargained for.

(See Ch 1 for tags & other info)

Chapters: Ch 1 - Ch 2 - Ch 3 - Ch 4 - Ch 5 - Ch 6 - Epilogue

Fortunately for the exhausted group of travelers, their camp had not been disturbed since they left it. As tired as they all were, it was almost tempting to try to go back to sleep, but there was no telling if the Bloodmoon Beast would be able to take care of all the wolves– and whether it might decide to come after them once it was done. So after a short rest, they hastily packed up camp and left, hiking back into the Kitakami Wilds.

Once they were out of the woods, they pitched their tents again and tried to get some rest, Mabosstiff standing guard, just in case. The next morning, while eating breakfast (which was whatever was left of their food supplies), they debated whether they should go back into the woods to track down the rest of their missing supplies– their cell phones were the things they wanted most to find. Eventually they decided they would return later for them. For the time being, they hiked the rest of the way back to Mossui Town. The hike felt much, much longer on the return trip, and it was a relief when they finally rounded Apple Hills and spotted the buildings of the little town.

The first thing they did was hand their pokeballs off to the nurse. She was able to clean the awful mess off their pokeballs and get them back to normal, but the job did take her several hours and some helpers. In the meantime, the kids got a proper meal at the Community Center and then just crashed for most of the remainder of that day. They definitely needed the rest.

The following day, Juliana felt a hundred percent better, and it seemed Nemona did, too. After breakfast they took a walk to Loyalty Plaza and planned out their return trip to the Timeless Woods (they were going to fly on Juliana’s Corviknight, this time). When they returned to town they finally found Arven and Penny awake in the Community Center. 

“Heyyyy, there they are!” Nemona said, dropping down on the bench beside them. Juliana sat down too, saying,

“We thought maybe you guys were gonna sleep all day.”

“I wasn’t asleep. Just didn’t feel like leaving my room,” Arven answered curtly, sipping some coffee and petting the dog lounging by his feet. Juliana teased,

“Wait, seriously? Arven staying in his room all morning? That doesn’t sound right. You okay, Arven? Did this trip turn you into Penny?”

Nemona laughed a little. Penny had her nose in a laptop and barely had the energy to send them both a withering glare. Arven replied,

“I’m fine. Jeez, I can’t take it easy for one morning? We’re on vacation, aren’t we?”

Juliana shrugged,

“It’s more of a field trip, but sure.”

She leaned down and pet Mabosstiff for a few moments and then looked back to him. In a softer tone, she said,

“But . . . um, are you actually okay? I just wanted to make sure, after . . . well, everything.”

Nemona watched quietly, also looking concerned. Arven sipped his coffee and sighed. After a while, he said,

“Yeah. I won’t claim that was my favorite trip, but I’ll be fine. Mabosstiff and I have faced worse. And it’s gonna take a lot more than some pesky ghost types to turn us off from camping.”

He patted Mabosstiff’s head and the dog’s tail thumped the ground.

“Good,” Juliana said, smiling. He gave her a smile in return, small but genuine. 

“What about you, Penny?” Nemona asked, turning to her. 

“Yeah, no, I’m never stepping foot outside again,” Penny replied blandly. Arven snorted.

“Aw, Penny! Don’t say that . . . I know you didn’t have much fun, but it wasn’t all bad, right?”

Penny didn’t even hesitate to reply,

“Yeah it was. You trying to tell me there were parts of that you enjoyed?”

Nemona exchanged a look with Juliana, then answered confidently,

“Well, yeah! I mean, not the almost dying parts obviously, but, think about it. We got to see a brand-new pokemon nobody’s ever heard of before, and all those weird tar pits, and that’s pretty cool, right? It’s like we’re on the cutting-edge of discovery and stuff!”

“I think I’ll stay away from the cutting-edges, they’re a little too cutting.”

With an excited gleam in her eyes, Nemona added,

“Plus, we saw the Bloodmoon Beast! And it was every bit as awesome as we thought it’d be!!”

Juliana chimed in,

“Yeah, I think it finished off that entire hoard all by itself, it was unreal! I can’t believe we got to see that.” 

Penny shook her head, returning her focus to her laptop.

“I’m not saying I’m unhappy it saved our butts out there, but you two are still crazy. That is not something I want to get near again, not by choice.”

“Honestly, I’m surprised you’re both not already back there trying to catch it,” Arven chuckled dryly. Nemona hesitated, looking thoughtful.

“Well . . . I dunno.”

They looked to her, waiting for her to continue. Eventually Nemona ventured,

“I kinda got the sense maybe the Beast was sorta . . . the guardian of the forest, in a way? He came in and saved us right when we needed it most. I don’t think he wants to hurt anyone, not really. Maybe he’s happy where he lives, and just wants to be left alone. Maybe . . .”

She smiled self-consciously,

“Maybe not every super strong pokemon needs to be caught?”

Arven’s phone made a little bleep and he checked it. Juliana could see the screen display:

carminesandiego: what the heck is this crap

Arven typed,

its the ursaluna we saw when we were camping in the timeless woods

carminesandiego: sure arven whatever you say

what? its true

carminesandiego: what did you do, strap a flashlight to your head and take a pic of yourself in the bathroom with the lights off

carminesandiego: cant see shit

“That’s actually a nice outlook, Nemona,” Penny said with a smile, 

“So I take it once you guys find the cell phones you’ll be leaving right away then?”

“Oh no, we’re still gonna try to find one of those ghost wolves to catch.”

Dismayed, Penny stared at them.

“What happened to letting sleeping dogs lie?”

Nemona shrugged, “I dunno. Those things were freaky, I gotta learn more about them.”

When Juliana and Nemona later returned to the Timeless Woods, they were able to recover their phones and a few other odds and ins that had been missing. They combed the forest thoroughly, searching for the strange tar pools they had seen a few nights ago. They also went back to the cave where Ogerpon had discovered the original tar pool.

However, all signs of the tar pools and the ghostly wolves had vanished . . . without a trace. 

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Bonus Content: Official Stats Sheet

Name: Oozing Bones - Ghost/Ground (Past Paradox Houndstone)

Abilities: Liquid Ooze/Sticky Hold/Prankster (Hidden)

Appearance:

(Dire Form) - A ghostly wolf (based on a Dire Wolf, Aenocyon dirus), around the size of a Mabosstiff. Its fur is pitch black, oily, and drips in some places. In a few spots, there are bare patches that expose bone beneath, including on the tail, by the ribs, and a leg. Its eyes are open eye sockets that are empty, but a flickering, ghostly purple light is inside them to act as pupils. It has very large fangs.  

(Desiccated Form) - Mostly a bare skeleton of a wolf, dripping in dark, sticky tar in many places. Its eyes still have the purple light.

Shiny Colors: Dark purple fur with orange lights for eyes

Stats:

Dire Form: HP (72), Attack (111), Defense (95), Spec Attack (55), Spec Defense (122), Speed (45), 500 total  

Desiccated Form: HP (72), Attack (130), Defense (37), Spec Attack (120), Spec Defense (122), Speed (19), 500 total

Learnset:

Start Moves: Lick, Tail Whip, Smog, Sand Attack, Destiny Bond

Lvl 1: Tackle, Growl, Tar Shot

Lvl 4: Mud Slap 

Lvl 8: Bite 

Lvl 13: Howl 

Lvl 16: Curse 

Lvl 20: Dig 

Lvl 25: Sand Tomb 

Lvl 28: Crunch 

Lvl 32: Echoed Voice 

Lvl 37: Shadow Bone 

Lvl 40: Shadow Sneak 

Lvl 44: Toxic 

Lvl 49: Phantom Force 

Lvl 52: Spikes 

Lvl 56: Bonemerang 

Evolution: Tar Ooze (Signature Move, changes forms between Dire and Desiccated, also drops foe’s speed 1 stage, Basepower 10/Ground move)

TM Movepool:

Mud Slap, Scary Face, Protect, Mud Shot, Confuse Ray, Bulldoze, Hex, Snarl, Night Shade, Endure, Sandstorm, Sand Tomb, Dig, Sleep Talk, Rest, Stomping Tantrum, Sludge Bomb, Shadow Ball, Substitute, Crunch, Phantom Force, Earth Power, Will-o-Wisp, Sand Tomb, Toxic, Spikes, Roar, Poltergeist, Toxic Spikes, Venoshock, Acid Spray, Fling, Rock Blast, Taunt, Imprison, Leech Life, Stealth Rock, Fire Spin, Fire Fang, Tera Blast

[aoyama-division]

There were only a few hours left in the day and until Luis Kōkyū's birthday was over. Speaking of, the said birthday man was lounging in his living room nursing a glass of wine, relaxing in for what felt like forever. He had to admit, even through he would've wanted to work at his restaurant, it did feel nice to take a load off once in a while.

The sound of the doorbell knocked him out of his relaxed stupor and the tall man sighed, it was no doubt another present from someone from the other Divisions. It was a bit surprising that so many people were that considerate of him, either that or they were just trying to get on his good side which made him roll his eyes but he still got up from his seat and walked over to the door.

Sitting pretty outside were a group of presents, all wrapped in Pink wrapping paper and of course, addressed to him. Shrugging, Luis took all three gifts and brought them back inside, closing the door and set them on the coffee table. Grabbing one of them, he unwrapped the paper which revealed...

A beautifully made painting of a location in the Mexican Countryside, it was so expertly detailed that Luis could almost feel himself in the place the painting was depicting. He blinked a few times to snap himself out of it before noticing that a letter was attached to it. Plucking it off, he read the letter.

'Happy Birthday, Kōkyū-san.

I hope you enjoyed the painting, it took me a while to finish but it was worth it. It was nice learning about Mexican culture and locations, I hope I did it justice. Also thank you for the delicious cakes you gave me through the years.

- Kureha Koizumi'

The second gift revealed to be an intricately made and beautiful lighter and a pack of cigarettes. Like the painting, this one also came with a letter.

'Happy Birthday to my favorite chef!

Seriously though, a very happy birthday to you, my dear Luis! Hope you're enjoying yourself because you deserved to be celebrated! Anyways, I figured you already got a bunch of extravagant gifts so I'll keep mine short and sweet. Knowing you, I'm sure you'll make good use of it.

Until next time! <3

- Lola Takahashi'

The last gift revealed to be a pack of colorful fiesta decorated cupcakes and much like the other two gifts, this one as well had a letter attached to it.

'A most joyous birthday to you, Kōkyū-san!

I hope your birthday is filled with nothing but love and happiness! Speaking of, I hope you enjoy these cupcakes I made, Kureha helped me with the design! I know they're nothing compared to a talented chef like you but I do hope they made your day brighter.

Best wishes!

- Sayaka Miyuki'

Happy Birthday Luis! ❤

Looking at the cigarettes the model had sent him, Luis took one out of the pack and popped it in his mouth. Walking out to the backyard of his house, he picked up his new lighter and lit the nicotine stick, inhaling it into his mouth. He took a moment to sample the flavor, and soon gave a slight nod.

"Not the best I've ever had, but far from being the worst," he said as he took another puff. "Lola's got good taste."

Finishing the cigarette, he placed the rest in his back pocket, along with his lighter, and looked at picture Kureha had painted for him. It truly captured the spirit of Mexican culture. He knew that, like him, his abuela was going to enjoy seeing this around the house.

"One of these days, I'm going to plan a vacation for the two of us to head back to Mexico." he thought, as he finally found a good spot to place the painting. After a few minutes of making sure it was hanging straight and perpendicular on the wall, he took a few more minutes to stare at it.

"Maybe I should get Tomi to introduce Kureha to some clients." he thought. "I know more than a few people in this city who would pay to have some art like hers in their houses."

Thinking on it, the chef then headed to the kitchen and picked up one of the cupcakes that Sayaka had prepared for him. Heading back to his spot on the couch in the living room, he picked up the wine he was enjoying before. Taking a sip, he then bit into the cupcake, and gave a satisfied hum. He wasn't surprised that Sayaka's food was delicious. She was one of the few people in Japan, along with Kanra from Edogawa, that actually had any real talent at cooking. As he finished the sweet pastry treat, only one thought was in his mind.

"If only days like these could last forever..."

[liaromancewriter]

So Over It

Premise: Cassie meets Ethan’s plus one and makes a long overdue decision. 

Book: Open Heart Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine) Rating/Category: Teen. Fluffy Angst. Words: 990 Trope: With Someone Else

A/N: Set in Book 1, after Project Christmas Wish and a few weeks before Miami. Submission for @choicesaugustchallenge​ Day 24 prompt “You wear [insert option] well.”

Cassie Valentine enjoyed her morning coffee, inhaling the life-affirming scent while seated on the stuffed chair beside her bedroom window. The world outside was snowy white and cold; inside, it was colorful and warm.

She wasn’t due at work for another few hours and was enjoying the quiet time. She had learned in the last six months that the hospital could take over your life. And it was important to create balance when she could. Today was one of those moments.

She glanced down at her phone when it pinged, a smile spreading when she saw who it was.

A few days later…

Cassie leaned her elbows on the nurses’ station and took the weight off her feet. She bit back a yawn, exchanging a commiserating look with the tired-looking nurse on the other side. She picked up the iPad and reviewed the lab results for her next patient, sighing in relief that there wasn’t anything to worry about.

There were still twenty minutes until midnight and the beginning of a new year. Elsewhere in the hospital, there might be signs of celebration. Here in the ICU, the mood was quiet and somewhat somber, keeping with the types of patients and severe cases the unit managed.

She absently looked around, wondering if there was time to grab a coffee from the residents’ lounge, when her eyes fell on the woman sitting on a chair in the hallway. That in itself wasn’t unusual since the ICU often had patients’ families waiting at odd times. But she was dressed in a beautiful long red gown with windswept light brown hair, a lovely pendant necklace, and matching earrings.

There was something exquisite about her style and, Cassie thought, a classic beauty that likely made heads turn. The woman must have felt her watching because she looked up from her phone and stared right at her.

Abashed at getting caught, Cassie half waved, smiled and slowly walked over.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to stare,” Cassie said by way of greeting. “I love your dress and couldn’t help admiring it.”

The woman smiled graciously. “Thank you. I had very different plans when I put it on earlier tonight.”

“You wear it well. Are you visiting a relative?” Cassie asked, curiosity taking over.

“Ah, no. My date is a doctor, and he was paged for a patient consult,” she explained. “We were at a New Year’s Eve party, a fairly swanky affair.”

“Oh, what rotten luck,” said Cassie sympathetically. “And now you’ll miss the countdown.”

“I suppose.” The woman nodded before throwing Cassie a laughing look. “Between you and me, I think my date was relieved to get the page. He’s not into social events. I’m Dana, by the way.”

“Cassie. Hopefully, you’ll get a chance to salvage what’s left of your night,” she said.

Dana winked. “Oh, I intend to. The way he looks in a tux?” She fanned herself dramatically.

Cassie grinned, enjoying the unexpected girl talk.

“Valentine.”

Cassie stilled at the deep voice calling her name. She glanced over her shoulder to see Dr. Ramsey walking toward them. Her heart skipped a beat at seeing him wearing a dark wool coat over a tuxedo that looked like it was made for him. The tailored lines accentuated his physique, and she got a sinking feeling in her gut as she connected the dots.

“Dr. Ramsey,” she said formally, trying very hard to hide how much the sight of him affected her.

“There you are. All done?” Dana inquired, coming to stand beside Ethan.

“Yes,” Ethan nodded. “Just give me a few minutes to confer with Dr. Valentine, and we can head out.”

Cassie kept a smile on her face as she exchanged goodbyes with Dana. All the while, her heart was breaking inside at the thought of Ethan dating someone else. And more, if what she inferred from Dana’s comments was accurate.

She followed Ethan to the nurses’ station, where he gave her instructions about the patient he’d been paged about. She listened absently while a thousand different thoughts crowded her brain.

“Is that clear?” She tuned back in to see Ethan watching her warily, one eyebrow raised in question.

“Yes, Dr. Ramsey,” she said. “I’ll monitor the vitals and page you only if the numbers fluctuate beyond the normal range three consecutive times.”

“So, you were listening,” he commented.

She made a face but didn’t rise to the taunt. Cassie started to turn away when he put a hand to stop her. He quickly glanced around, making sure no one was close enough to listen.

“Can you check in on Naveen?” he said quietly. “I had hoped to drop in, but with Dana….” He shrugged.

“I understand, Dr. Ramsey,” Cassie said, her voice whisper soft. “I’m due for a break in thirty and will head down then.”

“Thank you, Cassie,” he said gratefully, clearing his throat and stepping back. “Goodnight then.”

She nodded, unable to get the words out past the lump in her throat. Her imagination was running wild, thinking of how Dana and Ethan would spend the rest of the night together.

Cassie watched Ethan help Dana with her coat, the other woman looped her arm through his, smiling up at him, and then they walked out the double doors together. She thought Ethan looked over his shoulder at her for a second before the door closed behind him.

But maybe that was wishful thinking. And perhaps she was deluding herself to think there could ever be anything between them. Ethan had been clear about his feelings that time when they tested the fMRI machine.

“Any intimate feelings are just neurochemical responses to heightened stress and frequent exposure to each other.”

Whatever she felt, what she thought she had seen in his eyes last week, it was an illusion. Nothing more than a crush on her medical hero.

And it was time to grow up and get over it.

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[dontfeeltoohot]

Would honestly love a continuation of your first fic where they actually go out on a date/beginning of the relationship. Or if you’re going for something shorter I think a sick or allergic Steve would be precious. Just Eddie bringing in patients every few hours and he always comes up from the cafeteria with a cup of tea, a snack, or maybe some antihistamines for his bb

i have a LOT of sick nurse Steve requests, so here's something to hold you over!

XXX

Not entirely sure how Robin's roped him into night shift with her and Nancy for overtime; taking a whole day off away from him, Steve trudges into the ED freezing and exhausted. December in Hawkins has brought ice and slush and eventual snow, and, along with it, a pretty nasty strain of the flu. Even with the flu shot every year, the nurse still manages to catch it without fail sometime between November and January.

Navy scrubs on and a long sleeve grey thermal underneath, he heads to the nurses lounge, trailing his best friend. Steve's ninety percent sure he's got a fever, his body is aching, his throat's sore and he thinks if he closes his eyes for more than ten seconds he'll be out for the rest of the night. Rubbing his face as he dumps his bag into the assigned locker he's got, Steve goes to the coffee pot and grabs a disposable cup, pouring some into it and pouring creamer after. Fuck he's tired even just doing such a simple task.

"You sure you'll be ok tonight?" Robin looks at him with a furrowed brow.

He's aware he looks just as bad as he feels. His complexion is pale, his cheeks are slowly getting more and more red. That, combined with slightly dull eyes and an overall air of sickness, there's not really any way to deny he's sick.

"I'll be fine, Robin, just...hopefully it'll be a good night." The word 'quiet' is on the tip of his tongue but he refrains- anyone in the medical world knows not to say 'quiet' because all it will do is jinx the situation and make it forty times worse. Steve sighs and rubs his face, taking a sip of the coffee, wincing as it hurts his throat.

An hour into their 7pm-7am shift, Steve gets a silver lining through all the crap he's dealing with- Eddie Munson.

The paramedic walks in with his partner, both handling the stretcher, Chrissy at the head and Eddie at the foot. The teenager lying on his side seems to be in a great amount of pain. Steve's first instinct is to get up for intake but remembers Robin had volunteered earlier so he could mostly sit unless absolutely needed aside from rounds. He watches the long haired man pat the patients arm and then start walking towards him, Chrissy moving the stretcher into room 3.

"Well well, didn't expect to see my two favorite nurses here tonight," Eddie beams, and it makes Steve feel like of like a bowl of jello...or maybe that's because he's sick.

"Yeah, we took some overtime," Steve explains, wincing at how raspy his voice sounds.

Eddie must hear it too, because suddenly his bright smile falls, and his big brown doe eyes look Steve up and down.

"You sick, Harrington?"

"Uhh, just a little," the twenty six year old mumbles, feeling suddenly self-conscious. Sometimes he forgets Eddie and Chrissy work full twenty four hour shifts- hell, sometimes Eddie will do a 36 hour just to get overtime.

"A little?" Robin snorts, rolling her eyes when she walks back over, signing things on the iPad Chrissy is holding out. "Try a lot, Steve. You kind of look like a zombie."

"Hey! I do-"

"A very cute, nurse zombie," Eddie butts in, laughing. His aw furls fall into his face and he brushes them away lazily. "But seriously man, you look pretty sick. Take it easy tonight."

The way Eddie's voice drops a little quieter than usual makes Steve's heart clench. God he's got the stupidest crush on Eddie and he's never going to have a chance, not when Chrissy is right there, and they're both so beautiful. No, Eddie and Chrissy are obviously a thing, and it sucks. Brain hazy with fever, he looks between the two and huffs, coughing into his arm.

"We'll see you later," Chrissy informs, when Eddie's radio crackles to life again.

Around 11:30 PM, as Steve is finishing up making his rounds to check on the seven patient's they've currently got, an outstretched arm stops him. The arm in question has numerous random tattoo's all over it- Steve spots a few flowers, a jack'o'lantern, a heart with a dagger. Looking up finally, he's face to face with Eddie, who looks concerned. A hand goes to Steve's forehead.

"You weren't kidding princess, you should have called out, definitely have a fever."

Steve continues just to look up, eyes wide as he stares at Eddie unashamedly.

"Earth to Steve?"

Blinking, the nurse clears his throat and rubs his face.

"Sorry, I uh...zoned out." The hand on his forehead was nice, but Eddie's already dropped it now, looking far too worried for his own good.

"Yeah, seems like it. How're you feeling?"

"Like shit," Steve admits, knowing he can't pass it off anymore. Eddie looks genuinely concerned, and for once, the other doesn't feel like a burden.

"Alright killer, how about you ask the RN if you can take a ten minute break? I'll get you some tea from the cafeteria and maybe a muffin....you probably need some sugar."

"Tea sounds kind of nice," Steve admits, shivering. His cheeks feel too warm when he rubs his face.

"Alright, go at least sit down, I'll be back in five."

[tranquil-turbulence]

SS Month ‘23 - Day 10

Day 9 | Day 10 | Day 11

Prompt: University

WARNING(S): N/A

Sakura heaved a weary sigh as she flopped into her office chair, the ratty old thing squeaking in protest at her sudden weight. A pile of papers hit the desk with a hearty smack, and she wheeled herself closer so that she could get a head start before the holidays started.

“Isn’t this the pits,” she groused to herself as she reached for her reading glasses. “I should be making rounds at the hospital and checking on my nursing students, not grading useless essays that they’ll never use. Damn education committee.”

Grabbing the first stapled bundle from the stack, she leaned back and peered at it through her lenses to begin reading.

As she went through, making notes here and giving feedback there, she mused to herself. With the first part of the year over, her students were no doubt eager to get back to their families and get their holidays started. That’s how it had been when she’d gotten into med school, at least; she was no starry-eyed first-year anymore, instead a thirty-five-year-old that somehow got herself roped into teaching for a year while her mentor ironed out some kinks in the hospital she primarily worked at.

“Just for a year,” Tsunade had said. “I’ll even pull some strings to give you a raise and three weeks’ worth of PTO if you can do this for me.”

And, well, who was she to refuse? Workaholic she may be, but even she wasn’t immune to unfortunate incidents and circumstances. Hell, she’d been schmoozing for a raise for three years now - there was no chance that she wasn’t going to take it when it was practically offered on a golden platter.

So here she sat, grumpily going through immaculate essays that would have no doubt earned them some praise if she knew it was going to mean something in their field. Something about extra credit work from the education committee - as if they all didn’t have enough on their plates yet.

Deep down, she did feel bad; several times some of her students had come to her office begging for some leniency as laptops broke, or printers jammed (that one she shared their frustrations with; it wasn’t just the lab printer that had been out of service that afternoon, but the staff one as well), or they had to miss days of class due to illness. It was right smack dab in the middle of flu season, for heaven’s sake. There was no way she was going to tell them to suck it up and risk the quality of their classwork. If there was one thing she prided herself on, it was being a little more lenient than her mentor, yet no less expectant of excellence.

As she got halfway through her fifth essay, there was a gentle rapping at her doorframe. She turned, an irritable look on her face, before she recognized the man standing there and her expression softened.

“Dr. Uchiha, hello,” she greeted as the dark-haired man strode into the office. Something smelled delicious - two to-go cups of coffee. “What brings you to my neck of the woods this afternoon?”

Uchiha Sasuke, the biochemistry professor, was only 8 months older and yet seemed years ahead. He was quiet, intense in the way he perceived and spoke. He rarely smiled, rarely permitted excuses, and yet here he was holding out a cup of coffee with two creams, one sugar, and a pump of caramel - exactly the way she liked it, with the barest of smiles threatening to spread across his lips.

“I figured you’d need the boost,” his deep voice intoned as she took the cup and set it down on the desk next to her textbooks. There was a twinge of something, something she couldn’t quite pinpoint. Maybe amusement?

“Well anything that has to do with caffeine is winning you brownie points right now.” Hesitantly, she took a sip of the hot liquid and hummed in delight. “This is from the staff lounge, right?”

“No, from Cuppa Joe’s.”

She stared at the taller man in astonishment as he took a seat across from her. “You serious? That’s off-campus. You didn’t have to…--”

One knowing look from him made her words die on her tongue, and she ducked her head in gratitude.

“It’s the end of the semester. Why not splurge a little?” He shrugged his shoulders loosely, taking a careful sip of his own. It was probably strong as hell; the one time she accidentally drank his order she nearly spat it back out on his brand new white button-up.

She let out a tired chortle and nodded. “I suppose so. Why the hell not.”

The two sat in silence as she returned to her grading. Despite the unfamiliarity that still hung between them, there was something comforting about his presence. It was ironic; one of the strictest teachers on campus was a comfort during one of the most stressful weeks of the year. Had things been slightly more calm, she might have laughed at the thought.

Sasuke sipped at his cup, head tilted down to look at his phone screen through his bangs. Soft taps and scribbling noises filled the little office.

Time seemed to slip by; by the time she had gone through her last one and placed them all in a pile for her TA to sort through later, her coffee cup was empty and Sasuke has resorted to reading one of the books in her personal collection. Her eyes crinkled into an amused smile as she caught the spine before he put it away - Jane Austen. She’d never pegged him for a fan of Pride and Prejudice.

“Are you heading out?” He inquired, smoothly rising from the chair as she did.

She hummed a reply, nodding her head as she picked up her jacket from the back of the office chair. “Yes. Are you finished for the day, Dr. Uchiha?”

“I suppose.” His dark eye studied her weary face for a moment before he fell in step behind her, following her out of the room.

She made sure to flick off the lights, bathing the room in the orange early-evening glow from outside. As soon as the door was locked she turned to him with a polite smile. “Thank you for accompanying me. You didn’t have to, but I’m glad you did.”

“It was nothing.” He dismissed it with a little wave of his hand. “Well, I have to get going. I trust you’ll get home safely?”

Sakura smiled, a pretty pink flush clouding her face. “Thank you for your concern. Yes, I’ll be safe.”

With another nod, he bid her a quiet goodbye and walked off down the hall. His shoulder-length dark hair swayed slightly behind him, and the last that she saw of her sullen colleague was a peculiarly-soft expression before he turned and disappeared around the corner.

[firstrespondershowobsessed]

Falling in love

Type: One-shot | Imagine about Connor Rhodes (Chicago MED) Rating: Rated R for Sexual Content Word Count: 4500+ Pairing: Connor + Lexi Enjoy!

"On my count……one two three," Lexi said as they slid the patient into the bed. "Talk to me," Connor said as he entered the room. "Lower stomach stab wound," Lexi said. "Blood pressure is tanking and heart rate is spiking," she said. "Is the bleeding under control?" Connor asked. "Yes for now but he needs surgery," Lexi said. "Alright let's get ready to transport,'' Connor said as he pulled up the bed rails.

Off they went to the OR room and Lexi went right into another room with another patient. Oh the fun of working in an ER, most nights it was never-ending.

"Another stab wound victim is coming in," Maggie said. "Send him my way," Lexi said. "Alright," Maggie said as she nodded and directed the paramedics to the trauma room where Lexi was at. "Where is the wound?" Lexi asked. "Lower stomach," The paramedic said. "Blood pressure is sinking fast, it was touch and go in the ambulance," she said. "PAGE CONNOR" Lexi yelled out. "OK on my count one two three," she said as she slid the patient onto the bed. "He's already in surgery," another nurse said. "Well someone needs to do surgery on this guy STAT or we will lose him," Lexi said as she pressed down on the wound. "What's the issue?" WIll said. "His bleeding isn't controlled and his blood pressure is sinking," Lexi said. "I got him, let's go," Will said as he pulled up the railings and they were off.

Lexi took her gloves off and went into the doctor's lounge. Just taking a breather as the ER was screaming with victims of a vicious attack at a concert. She took a deep breath in and cleared her head before heading back out to the ER. Jumping back into it not missing a beat. Around 3 am things finally calmed down and the ER was quiet.

"Finally a moment to breathe," Connor said as he sat down. "Yea I know right," Lexi said as she sat down next to him. "Was that guy ok?" she asked. "He's in the ICU, it's touch and go," Connor said. "I can't understand how someone could do this," She sighed. "I honestly have no clue," he said as he placed his hand on her leg. "Are you ok?" he asked. "Yea my feet hurt but I'm ok" she nodded.

She could feel her breath catch in her throat as he touched her. She just looked at him imagining a world where he was hers but in the real world, they were just friends. She took a deep breath in as she tried to slow her heart rate down. Will came into the doctor's lounge and sat down across from Lexi and Connor.

"Seriously, when are you two going to get together?" Will asked. "It's not like that and you know it," Connor said. "Yea" Lexi nodded, knowing she wanted more. "You already seem like you two are together with how close you two are," Will said. "Yea we are close but we are just friends," Connor said. "You want coffee?" Lexi said as she stood up, walking over to the counter. "Sure" both WIll and Connor answered.

She fixed them both coffee and placed them on the table before leaving the room. She checked with Maggie to see if anything else needed to be done before clocking out. She went to get changed and left before she could run into Connor again. Her feelings were growing stronger for him each day. Later on that night Connor stopped by her place with wine and a few games.

"What are you doing here?" she asked as she answered the door. "It is Friday night so game night?" he asked as he walked inside. "Oh sure," She nodded as she closed the door. "I have wine and twister," he said as he took his jacket off. "Think we need a few drinks before we start," she said as she grabbed glasses. "Sounds good," he said as he poured their drinks

They had a few rounds of drinks before they started to play the game. Each one took a turn spinning and trying to match the colors. Before she knew it she was under him, twisted up in his arms.

"Ok right-hand green," he said as he moved his hand behind her, his arm wrapped around her stomach. "Ok, let's see if I can spin," she said as she spun. "Left foot on the red," she said as she moved her foot, her leg pressing against his manhood. "So glad we are good friends" he chuckled slightly before spinning. "Yea" she smiled as adjusted her arm, bringing herself closer to him. Breathing his scent almost made her lose the game.

He took another turn and moved his leg so now he was resting between her legs. She tried to stay focused but she was slipping under his spell. She took a turn and ended up moving again where she was pressed against his chest. Leaning into his neck as she kept her balance as he took another turn. He took another turn but this time when he went to move he slipped making them both fall. They were on the floor laughing as he moved off of her, lying beside her.

"Yea you were right Fridays are better off as game nights," she said as she sat up. "I wouldn't want to spend my night anywhere else," he said as he stood up, reaching for her hand. She grabbed it and stood up. "Why?" she asked as she walked into the kitchen. "Because you are my closest friend since moving back here," he said. "Well I'm honored," she smiled as she looked at him. "I mean it, Lexi. I'm glad we have such an amazing friendship" he said. "I know Connor" she nodded as she handed him a bag of chips. "We need to eat or we will be hungover in the morning," she said. "True," he said as he took the bag of chips.

They sat on the couch and decided to watch a few shows. He started to nod off on the couch, she smiled to herself as she noticed it. She placed a blanket around him, running her hands through his hair.

"If only you knew," she said as she kissed his forehead. "Good night Connor" she whispered before laying on the other side of the couch.

In the morning he was woken up by the sunlight. She was opening the curtains allowing the morning sun into the room. He rubbed his eyes, realizing that he fell asleep on her couch. She walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water and some aspirin before returning to him.

"Take these," she said as she handed him the aspirin and the water. "Thanks," he said. "I'm sorry for spending the night, I didn't mean to," he said. "It's ok," She nodded as she sat next to him. "Let me take you out for breakfast," he said. "That sounds good," She nodded.

He used her bathroom to freshen up before they walked down to a local cafe. He held the door open for her and told her to order whatever she wanted. Once she finished ordering she went to get them a table as he ordered his food. He walked over to the table and sat down with their drinks before sitting down across from her.

"Thank you," She said as she grabbed her drink, taking a sip. "No problem" he smiled as he watched her. "So what did you get?" she asked. "My normal" he nodded as he tried not to laugh. "What?" she asked. "You have cold foam on your lip," he said as he reached over, brushing his thumb against her lips. "Thank you," she said as she looked at him, her breath catching in her throat again. "No problem," he said as his hand lingered over her lips for a second longer than it should. "Over easy eggs with toast and bacon," the waiter said as she placed the plate in front of Lexi. "And eggs benedict and bacon for you," she said as she placed the plate in front of Connor. "Thank you," Connor nodded.

The conversation fell silent as they started to eat. Once they finished eating he cleaned up the table a little before they left. They walked back to her apartment and he leaned against his car. They said their goodbyes and went on with the rest of their day. When she entered her apartment she was greeted by the smell of him. She smiled as she sat on the couch, just thinking of Connor. She grabbed her favorite book and snuggled into the couch, just losing time in a book. She took it easy over the next few days before having another shift at the hospital. She was changing into her scrubs when she could hear the ER getting busy. She rushed out and went straight to work.

"Maggie, where do you want me?" Lexi asked. "You are with Connor," Maggie said. "I know but where am I needed right now?" Lexi asked. "Trauma two" Maggie nodded. "Alright," Lexi nodded and rushed into the room. "Patient is complaining of chest pain, BP is 143 over 67, and pulse rate is over 100," The paramedic said. "OK on my count. One two three" Lexi said as she pulled the patient onto the bed. "I said I was fine, this is UNNECESSARY," the patient said. "Well let's just look to make sure," Lexi said. "I'm not staying. LET ME GO" the patient said as he stood up. "Sir please sit down," Lexi said as she tried to control the situation. "NO, LET ME GO," the patient said as he pushed Lexi making her fall back against the wall. "HEY THIS IS MY ER SO SIT DOWN," Will said as he entered the room. "IF YOU WANT TO LEAVE THEN LEAVE BUT DON'T TOUCH MY NURSES '' Will said. "Lexi are you ok?" Connor said as he kneeled in front of her. "I-I don't know," Lexi said as she closed her eyes. "Hey, stay with me," he said as he grabbed her shoulders. "Look at me," he said. "Connor," She whispered. "I'm here but I need you to look at me, Open your eyes," Connor said as he picked her up, placing her on a stretcher. "I'm ok," She said. "Look at me," Connor said.

She finally opened her eyes and looked into his eyes. He checked her over to make sure she didn't have a head injury or a concussion. Thankfully she was fine and Connor could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"How is she?" Will asked. "She's fine," Connor nodded. "Little shaken up but ok," Connor said. "Ok good, take a few moments" Will nodded. "Thank you," Lexi said. "Take your time," Connor said as he placed his hand on her shoulder. "I'm ready to go back" She nodded as she stood up. "Are you sure?" he asked. "Yea" She nodded and walked past him.

She went back to work not missing a beat. Patient after Patient filled the ER and it was a busy day as normal. She leaned against the wall, just watching Connor work in the room in front of her. Allowing her imagination to get the better of her, she had it bad for him. The way his touch would set her on fire, the burning between her legs. Just the way his eyes would look into her soul, the way she wanted to taste him.

"LEXI I need you" Connor yelled. "Yea sorry" she shook her head as she rushed into the room with him. "Put your hand here and squeeze '' he said as he placed her hand over the patient's wound. "Don't let go," he said. "Wait what," she said as she kept her grip on whatever he just placed her hand on. "You are holding his artery in your hands, don't let go," he said as he picked her up and placed her on the bed. "Connor," she said as she looked at him. "It's ok" he looked at her. "I got it and I won't let go," she said as they started rolling towards the OR.

He placed a mask over her face, making sure she would be safe. He started the surgery and she didn't let go until he told her to let go. He finished up with the surgery before picking her back up and placing her on the floor. She excused herself to go get cleaned up and take a few-minute break.

"Sorry didn't mean to drag you into that" Connor said. "It's ok," she nodded. "I'm here to help," she smiled slightly. "How is your head feeling?" he asked. "I feel fine" she looked at him. "That's good" He sat next to her. "I just needed a breather," she said. "I know," he said.

She stood up and stretched for a second before grabbing a bottle of water. She took a few sips before going back onto the floor. He followed her example and went back onto the floor. After her shift, she was collecting her things when she noticed Connor was with another female. She watched him for a few seconds before realizing that she was probably his girlfriend. She grabbed her bag and left the ER without Connor noticing. She went home and tried her best to get him out of her mind. She knew she would never be enough for Connor. She wasn't his type and even he said they were just friends. It was time to realize that and it was painful to admit that she would never be with Connor. She knew she needed to distance himself from him before she fell in love with him more. She sat on her couch, leaning her head back, and closing her eyes. Her phone started to go off, she looked down and realized tonight was the night of the Charity event. She got ready for the party and left her apartment, Connor was outside waiting for her. She smiled and got into his car, the ride was pretty silent. Once they arrived she tried to keep her distance away from Connor but that was nearly impossible.

"What do you want to drink?" Connor asked as he placed his hand over her back. "Oh just water is fine," she nodded. "Are you sure?" he asked. "Yes, I am" She looked at him. "Water it is then: he said as he walked away from her. "Girl, you have it bad for him," Maggie said as she placed her arm around Lexi's arm. "Shhh," Lexi smiled. "You do," Maggie said. "I do but it would never work," Lexi said. "Why?" Maggie asked. "Because he's Connor Rhodes and I'm just Lexi," she said. "He cares about you," Maggie said. "Yeah and he has a girlfriend," Lexi said. "Wait, that girl today was his girlfriend?" Maggie asked. "I believe so," Lexi said. "I'm sorry," Maggie said. "It will be ok," she said before walking off when Connor walked back to Lexi. "Here you are my lady," he said as he handed her the bottle of water. "Thank you, sir," Lexi said as she grabbed the bottle. "I'm going to go talk to a few people," she said. "Well save me one dance please," he said. "I will," she nodded as she walked away from him.

They both went their different ways talking to as many people as they could. She tried her best to hide from Connor and talk to everyone at the party. He finally caught up to her and reached for her hand.

"May I have this dance?" He asked. "You sure can," she nodded as she grabbed his hand. "Thank you" he smiled as he led her onto the dance floor.

He placed her arms around his neck and he wrapped his arm around her. She moved closer to him as they swayed to the music. She rested her head against his chest as they continued to dance. Will decided to cut in and take Lexi by the hand.

"May I?" Will asked. "Sure," Lexi said as she moved over to him. "Not too far," Connor said as he walked away. "Well now since he's gone, can we talk?" Will asked as he moved them to the beat of the music. "Talk?" Lexi asked as she looked at Will. "Yea, when are you going to tell him?" Will asked. "What?" Lexi asked. "You are in love with him and he needs to know," Will said. "Does everyone know?" Lexi asked. "Everyone BUT Connor," Will said. "It's nothing Will and everything is fine," Lexi said. "You can try to convince yourself that but everyone sees it," he said. "Tell him," he said. "I will," Lexi said. "Good" WIll said as he spun Lexi right into Connors's arms. "Hey," Lexi said as she looked at him. "Hey," Connor said as he wrapped his arm around her.

She rested her head against his chest once again. Just taking in the moment because she knew she needed to distance herself from him. After the event ended he took her home and dropped her off. She went up to her apartment and went straight to sleep. Over a few days, she ignored messages from Connor and just focused on herself. On her next shift the moment she entered the ER she pulled Maggie to the side. She wanted to be assigned to Will and not Connor. At first, Maggie was confused but she caught on pretty quick. Maggie made the change into the computer and Lexi went into the locker room.

"Did I do something?" Connor asked as he walked into the locker room. "What?" Lexi asked. "Did I do something wrong?" he asked. "Not that I know of, '' Lexi said as she was confused. "Then why have you been ignoring me and now you requested to change doctors," Connor said. "Oh I just wanted to learn new things from WIll" she nodded. "Did something happen?" he asked. "No, everything is fine," Lexi said as she walked past Connor. "Clearly not, why?" Connor asked as he stepped in front of her. "Nothing is wrong Connor, just wanted a change," she said as she moved from him. "I need my partner in crime," he said. "I'm sorry but I need to do this for myself," she said as she walked away.

She went on with her shift working under Will. It killed her to be away from Connor but it's what she needed to do. She would avoid him at all costs and he just couldn't understand why. It went on like this for a few weeks. Will didn't mind Lexi being with him but hated the reason for it. She would eat lunch up on the rooftop so she wouldn't run into Connor.

"Why are you up here all alone?" he asked as he walked to her table. "Just wanted fresh air," she said. "Lexi what's wrong?" he asked as he took a seat. "Nothing is wrong," she said. "I know you and this isn't you so tell me," he said. "Nothing to tell you, Connor," She said. "You won't even look at me," he said. "I've looked at you, stop being so dramatic," she said. "I'm not, nothing has been the same since the night of the Charity event," he said. "Everything is fine," she said. "Lexi please," he said. "Connor, everything is fine," she said.

As painful as it was, she kept a smile on her face. She wanted nothing more than to run back to him, make him her partner again but she knew this was for the best. She wasn't good enough for him and that killed her since she was already in love with him. She finished her lunch and had small talk with Connor. It was killing him not knowing what was wrong or what he had done wrong. She cleaned up her mess and went back down to the ER as he did the same.

"Will, can I talk to you?" Connor asked. "Sure what's up?" Will asked. "Is Lexi acting weird or am I just bugging out?" Connor asked. "She's been acting fine with me," Will said. "But she's been so distant from me, I don't understand," Connor said. "Have you talked to her?" Will asked. "Yes, and she said everything is fine but clearly it's not" Connor sighed. "I'm sorry man, I don't know what to tell you, '' Will said as he went back to work.

Connor went back to work and tried to push the thought of Lexi being mad at him away. After the end of the shift, he rushed to the locker room to talk to Lexi but he was already gone. He wandered back into the ER, looking for Lexi. He noticed Will and Maggie talking so he decided to eavesdrop.

"Has Lexi told him?" Will asked. "No she hasn't because she saw him with another girl," Maggie said. "That was his sister," Will sighed. "Why won't she tell him?" Will asked. "Because she feels like she isn't enough for him," Maggie said. "But she's in love with him," Will said. "But does he feel the same?" Maggie asked. "I don't know, he was asking about her today," Will said. "Oh," Maggie nodded. "Well I guess eventually he will figure it out," she said as they left the hospital. "Lexi is in love with me?" Connor said to himself as he watched them walk out.

He left the hospital and on the drive over to Lexi's place he realized he also had feelings for her. They might not be as strong as Lexi but he was also in love with her. It took losing her as a partner to realize his true feelings. He rushed up the stairs to her apartment, knocking on the door and waiting for her to answer.

"Hold on, I'm coming," She said as he walked to the door. "Connor," she said as she opened the door.

He didn't say anything as he looked at her. He cupped her cheeks in his hands as he leaned in kissing her softly. She was taken back by his actions but she didn't pull away. It took a second before she started to kiss him back, placing her hand on his chest. He pushed her back into the apartment, shutting the door with his foot. He moved her backward to the bedroom, as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He laid her back against the bed, moving over the top of her. Moving his lips against her neck as his hand slipped under her shirt. Gripping her hips as he continued to suck against her neck. She laid her head back and allowed her moans to escape from her lips. He gripped her shirt and pulled it over her head, throwing it onto the floor. She slipped his shirt off as well, tossing it to the side. Running her hand up and down his chest, moving down to his hips. They made quick work of each other's clothes leaving them both naked. He moved between her legs as he leaned down kissing her again. Moving slowly down her body, sucking gently as he went down. Went between both of her breasts, nibbling at her nipple. Allowing her moans to guide him to what she likes. He kissed down her stomach, moving down between her legs. Kissing up her thighs making his way to her womanhood. He parted her lips with his tongue before sucking gently against her nub. She placed her hand on the back of his head as he was between her legs. Arching her back as she was edging closer to a climax. He smirked as he started to move back up her body, making his way back to her lips.

"Don't worry it will be worth it" he whispered into her ear as he pushed himself into her. "Connor" she moaned as their bodies connected. "Yea moan my name," he said as he started to thrust into her.

She wrapped her arms around his, scratching his back as he hit the right spot with each thrust. He placed her legs around his hips, gripping her ass as they moved as one. Placing his lips back against her neck as he moaned against her. Once she was closed to the edge again he moved his hips differently bringing her to her climax. He gripped her hips, keeping her place as she rode out the climax. Screaming and grabbing the sheets as she arched into him. Once she came down he pulled out and turned her around onto all fours. Gripping her shoulders as he thrust into her. Slapping her ass as he thrust, bringing himself to a climax. He gripped her hips and thrust a few more times as he climaxed. He lay on the bed trying to catch his breath, she lay beside him trying to do the same. It was silent but blissful, she didn't know what to say. He turned so he was laying on his side, looking at her. He placed his hand against her stomach, tracing little patterns. She turned her head to look at him, looking into his eyes.

"I love you" he spoke softly. "Connor," she whispered. "No seriously, I didn't realize it right away but I love you" he brushed the hair from her face. "Who told you?" she asked. "Noone, Once you left me, you were the only thing on my mind," he said. "And when I was coming over here I realized my feelings," he said. "Connor let's not do this," she said as she sat up, grabbing a blanket. "I'm serious Lexi," he said as he grabbed her hand. "I'm in love with you," he said. "I'm not your type," she said. "I'm not enough," she said. "I don't know who told you that but you are perfect to me" he cupped her cheeks in his hand. "You are too good for me," he whispered. "You are just saying that," she said. "I'm not, I mean it," he said as he brushed his thumb against her cheek. "You have someone," she said. "That girl you saw me with was my sister," he said. "A distant sister but my sister" he looked at her. "Connor" she started to say before he leaned in and kissed her again. "I'm in love with you Lexi," He said. "I'm in love with you Connor" she whispered.

He smiled as he kissed her softly, pulling her close to him. They laid back in the bed and she rested her head against his chest. They drifted off to sleep but she really couldn't sleep. She laid there against his chest, not believing what actually just took place. He was finally hers and she couldn't believe it, but her heart was screaming. She leaned up and kissed his cheek softly before snuggling closer to him. She ended up falling asleep against his chest. On her next shift, she made sure to tell Maggie to switch her back to Connor. Everything in the ER was right again because the duo of Connor and Lexi were back together, in more ways than just one.

[felicitysmoaksx]

Rereading all your Rheese stories cause they are gorgeous! Could you do, "Not said to me," from the I love you prompt list, for Rheese?

Aww thanks so much Anon! I’m so glad you enjoy them!

“I can’t believe they shut down the roads,” April was saying to Maggie as they walked into the doctor’s lounge. The Chicago winter had appeared seemingly in the middle of the day. (Not really. It had been cold all week. But it had been a dry cold for the most part. Today though Jack Frost had really out done himself) With the first blizzard of the year.

The ED charge nurse shrugged, “That’s Chicago winters.” 

“I know. But it’s still crazy to me. They say that this blizzard has surpassed the worst one to date in 1967. We got 30 inches today. 30 inches in one day!” 

The two nurses stopped short, when they saw Connor and Sarah sitting on the couch. Well, Connor was sitting, staring at his phone that he held in one hand, while his other hand in Sarah’s hair playing with it. While she laid with her head in his lap. Connor’s coat thrown over her body as she seemed to be sleeping. 

“Did she bully you out of your coat Rhodes?” Maggie asked quietly in a teasing tone, so as not to wake the sleeping resident. Connor sighed, stretching his legs. Then a smirk grew on his face as he chuckled. “And she made me be her pillow.”  

April snorted, walking over to the counter to pour herself a coffee. 

“No, Sarah had a headache so I suggested she lay down with our break. I’m about to wake her up though, so we can go grab dinner.”

“How long of a break do you have?” 

“Four hours” 

With the roads being shut down, none of the night shift was able to come in. So the board of the hospital asked the day shift people to cover since they were stuck here anyways. With fairly long breaks to recharge-whatever your shift was, you got half of that as a break. Connor and Sarah had both worked eight hours today. So they got four hours in return. 

“Is it still her allergies?” Maggie asked. Remembering the way, allergies had taken Reese down before. 

Connor shrugged.

“You love her,” April said quietly, watching as the surgeon shushed the resident when she started to stir slightly, “I mean I know you do. But its something when you actually see it demonstrated with actions than with words.”

“Yeah, I do love her.” 

send me a ship and a way to say i love you

[dearamleo]

New Fic! The Sinner’s Feast

Yes, I’m ignoring the fact that I have two other WIP that I have lost all passion for writing. Maybe writing something new will help with that. Who knows! Certainly not me!

Anyways- Sirius is in a criminal biker gang, Remus is the new surgeon in town, James is Sirius’s righthand man and Regulus is porn star! Also Teddy is there and they’re all wrapped around his tiny finger.

Chapter 1: Riding the Edge

Dropping the last file onto the stack, Remus groaned and peered down into his empty coffee cup. It was the last leg of his latest twelve hour shift and the caffeine was no longer keeping his eyes open like it had been six hours ago. Feeling a touch dramatic in his exhaustion, he leaned his head as far back against his chair as he could, limbs splayed out around his desk like some type of pathetic roadkill.

“Well, a good morning to you too, Doctor Lupin.”

Remus didn’t bother looking up. He knew the exact sarcastic look Lily was giving him, down to the arched auburn brow. “Is it?

“How much longer have you got left,” she asked, settling herself onto the corner of his desk.

“45 minutes. Just have to make it through this paperwork and then I can gorge myself on mac n cheese and fall blissfully asleep on my couch.”

Lily laughed at him. “Damn, that does sound good right about now.”

Finally Remus pulled himself together enough to look at her. “Did you not just get in, Evans?”

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean I don’t miss my own couch already. The Pediatric lounges just don't quite cut it.”

“Which is why you’re down here slumming it in my office?”

“Exactly,” she grinned. “Plus the Trauma nurses always make the best coffee. You shouldn’t even bother with defibrillators, just pour a bit of this down the patients’ throats and it would wake the dead.”

Remus snorted, looking mournfully at his empty cup again to find it had been replaced with a full and steaming one. He grinned at her, swiping it up and drinking deeply. “Hopefully it’ll get me through this last bit here then. I had to perform two appendicectomies today. I am praying that the rest of Godric’s Hollow’s appendixes hold themselves together for the remainder of the afternoon.”

Lily shrugged. “Seems like it’s going to be a quiet day-”

“ Nooooo ,” Remus groaned out at the same time that the hallway doors burst open. Several of the nurses were rushing by with a gurney already saturated in an alarming amount of blood and the man on top of it cursing loudly in pain. Remus gulped down the remainder of the coffee and glared at Lily as he stood. “Damn you, Lily Evans. You just had to say that!”

“Sorry,” she called after him.

He swung on his lab coat as he jogged after the nurses who were heading straight for the surgery.

“James Potter, male, 29 years old,” one of the nurses informed him. “Stab wound to the lower abdomen, several abrasions to the face, and a broken nose.”

“Hate to see the other guy,” Remus said offhandedly, leaning over the man to try and assess the situation.

“Don’t worry, I won him over with my charm,” the man grumbled before promptly passing out.

“Let’s get him straight into the OR,” Remus barked, all thoughts of couches and cheesy noodles pushed from his mind in the face of emergency.

The surgery had been relatively easy considering the commotion that had preceded it. The man, Potter, was lucky the stab wound had been a few centimeters too shallow to cause any significant damage and Remus had been able to repair it in decent time. He was definitely going to be late for mac and cheese night, though.

Checking that the charts were all accurate for Mr. Potter’s dosages and recovery instructions, Remus was practically swaying on his feet. He knew that he oftentimes pushed himself too far, straddling that line between a healthy work life and being a raging workaholic. But medicine was important to him, ensuring his patients were properly cared for was important to him. As he settled the charts back onto the end of the bed, the man in it finally seemed to be stirring out of the anesthesia. Remus waited patiently for him to open his eyes, which he eventually did but only just. It took Remus a moment to realize that the blurry, confused look on Mr. Potter’s face was less a result of the anesthesia and more because he seemed to be nearly blind without his glasses.

Remus quickly moved to his bedside, plucking the pair of square frames that had been left there and placing them on Mr. Potter’s face for him. Hazel eyes blinked a few more times, now aided by the lenses and seemed to finally take in his surroundings.

“Good morning, Mr. Potter. My name is Doctor Remus Lupin. Do you know where you are?”

Mr. Potter smiled, still a bit dopey. “‘Course I do, Doc. Been here enough times to know what a hospital room looks like.”

Remus furrowed his brow in concern. “Do you make a habit of encountering life threatening injuries, Mr. Potter?”

“Ew. Please stop. Call me James, or Prongs- that’s what my friends call me. And we should be friends seeing as how you’ve been all up in my insides and whatnot.”

“Alright,” Remus answered, stifling a chuckle. It was not proper bedside manner to laugh at highly medicated patients. “James, do you know what has led you to be in the hospital today?”

“Sure,” he said, his hand running through unbelievably messy hair. “Didn’t quite see eye to eye with a colleague.”

Remus couldn’t help the aghast look on his face now. “You were stabbed .”

“Oh, you know,” James said, brushing off the statement. “Just a simple misunderstanding.”

Remus folded his arms and looked down at James. “I also happened to notice that most of the blood you were soaked in likely wasn’t from just yourself.”

“What’s a bit of blood between friends, eh?”

Remus opened his mouth to try and make his point- honestly, who acted so casually about being stabbed in the stomach, when the door of the room snapped open.

“Potter!”

Remus nearly jumped out of his skin at the sharp tone, turning to see a startlingly attractive man standing in the doorway. Or, he would likely notice how attractive he was if Remus didn’t feel immediately like cowering under the harsh, authoritative glare the man gave off. He wasn’t particularly tall and could be described as almost waifish. His black hair was short with soft waves that were in stark contrast to his pale skin. He was also wearing  a barely there cropped shirt that said ‘Nepo Baby’ on it and jeans so low that the thin straps of his underwear were exposed and hitched up over his sharp hip bones.

Despite all that, Remus immediately understood that this man was not someone to be fucked with judging by his forbodding presence that felt as deadly as the stab wound he’d just fixed.

Seemingly still unaware of Remus’s presence, the man stalked into the room, his sight set on James. Remus almost felt like he should perhaps step in, based on the volatile atmosphere the newcomer brought. “What the fuck did you do now, you absolute jackass?!”

Surprisingly, James seemed to melt at the other man’s words, his dopey grin only lighting up further as he reached out with grabby hands like a toddler. “Baby! There you are! The only medicine I need!”

The man sighed deeply, his fingers moving to pinch at the bridge of his nose. “James Fleamont Potter, I swear to god-”

“Excuse me,” Remus said, clearing his throat a bit.

The man looked up at him, dark blue eyes outlined in exaggerated white eyeliner. “What are we looking at this time, doctor?”

Tucking his hands into his coat pockets, Remus looked between the two. “Sorry, are you family of the patient?”

The man rolled his eyes as James reached forward again, his movements still slightly wobbly, and grabbed the other’s hand. “Yes, I’m Regulus Black. James is my husband.”

“Ah, right, apologies. Well, Mr. Black, Mr. Potter here- sorry, James ,” he corrected at James’s squawk of protest. “ James sustained a wound to his lower right abdominal area. It was shallow enough that the instrument used didn’t perforate or puncture anything vital. We were able to go in and repair the damage. He’ll need to stay for a few nights for observation, but then he will be able to return home. He’ll need to limit most activity to avoid tearing the stitches- no heavy lifting, no exercise and no sexual activity for at least a couple weeks. You’ll also need to keep an-”

“An eye out for infection,” Regulus interrupted. “Yes, I know.”

In his sleep deprived state, Remus couldn’t help the curiosity that slipped through. “You both seem to be quite accustomed to trauma care and hospital visits.”

Regulus peered at him from the corner of his eye, his face giving nothing away. “Perhaps so. If you are new to Godric’s Hollow, I’m sure you will become fairly acquainted with a good portion of us in no time.”

“Baby, you should’ve seen me,” James babbled, pulling Regulus’ attention again. “I was all wa-bam-bam and then Wormtail was all ‘ ahhhhh ’ and then the cops-”

“Yes, yes, Jamie,” Regulus cut in quickly, eyes darting to Remus. “You can tell me all about it later, but now- sleep . Right, Doc?”

Remus shook himself out of his drowsy stupor, barely hearing anything the two men were saying to truly care one way or another. “Yes, plenty of rest, James. I will be back in the morning to check in on you. If you have any questions or need assistance, just let one of our nurses know.”

“You’re aces, doc,” James grumbled, apparently already halfway asleep, still clinging to his husband.

Regulus nodded to Remus as he took a seat on the bed, which Remus returned as he finished the last of his checks and the evening nurses came in to take over.

Around thirty minutes later, Remus finally forced himself to gather the last of his things and start for a hasty retreat out of the hospital. Molly Weasley was sitting at the main desk in the nurses station, her bright orange hair poofy and teased in a style straight from the 80s.

“Doctor Lupin,” she chirped. “Thought you would be gone by now!”

“Sh,” Remus said, holding a finger to his lips. “Please, I don’t want anyone else to know that I’m still here. I am on my way out now- my couch eagerly demands my return home.”

“Remus, you need yourself a woman to go home to, not an empty house and couch! Now, I’ve been talking you up with that cute new nurse in-”

Sighing heavily, Remus rubbed his eyes. “Molly, I’m sure she’s lovely but as I’ve said, I’m not in the market right now. I’m still trying to settle into a new town and job. That’s enough for now. Will you make sure to keep an eye on the patient in room 13? Page me if anything urgent arises?”

“Yes, I’m sure that patient will be giving us all sorts of trouble.”

Remus only replied with a raise of his brow in question as he picked up his stack of folders from the desk.

“That Hallow ,” she stage-whispered like the word was dirty.

“What the hell is a Hallow?”

“You have a lot to learn about this town, Doctor Lupin. The Potter boy, he’s part of that degenerate biker gang. Call themselves the Deathly Hallows. A bunch of violent criminals on death contraptions,” she finished with a haughty sniff.

“Motorcycle gang,” Remus repeated, bemused. “Godric’s Hollow doesn’t seem particularly rife with crime, it’s part of the reason I chose this town.”

“Yes, yes, the town likes to believe them to be some sort of vigilante bodyguards protecting us from a ‘greater’ evil. They keep all of their illicit behaviors outside of the town borders and keep the other criminal types from coming in and then they think they deserve some sort of medal for it.”

Remus refrained from rolling his eyes. “And we’re talking about James? James Potter? The one who just spent about fifteen minutes waxing poetic about the wide variety of oranges there are in the world? Only stopping so he could show each of the nurses how pretty his husband is?”

“Husband,” she huffed. “Don’t even get me started on that husband of his-“

“Nurse Weasley, will you please keep me up to date on any medical reports for Mr. Potter I may need to be informed of?”

Molly crossed her arms disapprovingly. “The nurses will page you for any emergencies. Have a good evening, Dr. Lupin.”

“Thank you,” he said, tapping the files against the desk and heading to the main doors.

Despite being far past dead on his feet, Remus jogged up the front path to his neighbors’ house eagerly. When he had first moved in, he had only been in Godric’s Hollow for a few hours before he had befriended the lovely older couple next door. The two women brought over enough food to feed him for a week. Minerva and Poppy had heard they would be living next door to the new town surgeon and bachelor, only to be surprised when Remus had answered the front door with a bubbly, enthusiastic four year old at his heels.

The two women had taken to Teddy instantly, just as most people who encountered his little boy did. He was every bit of good in Remus’s world and he brought a little bit of that light to everyone he met. Since meeting the pair, they had been Remus’s lifesavers when it came to offering to watch Teddy during his long and sometimes last minute shifts at the hospital. Not having to send Teddy to a daycare had been a massive relief to Remus, who’s overprotective anxieties preferred to keep his son’s existence quiet in the new town.

He knocked twice on the door before letting himself in, Poppy always admonishing him for not treating the home as an extension of his own. The little cottage style house was warm and bright, filled with plants and books and the smell of something savory in the air. Hearing chatter coming from the kitchen, Remus made his way through the living room to where Teddy was standing on one of the dining room chairs, his curly hair dusted with flour.

“Daddy!” The little boy flung himself off the chair, nearly tumbling to the ground in his haste to get to Remus.

Holding out his arms wide, Remus crouched down to catch him and squeeze him tightly. “Ooh, I missed you, Teddy Bear.”

“We learned about pasta today, Daddy! I made rabbit-oly.”

“ Ravioli , Edward, ravioli,” Poppy said with a smile. She held out a reheatable tin that was likely brimming with whatever delicious dinner she had prepared. Yet another life saver for Remus, who for the last several years had been sustaining himself and his son on takeaways. “He was a darling all day, as always.”

Standing back up with Teddy perched on his hip, Remus accepted the dish sheepishly. “Thank you for keeping him longer, Poppy. Truly. An emergency came in-”

“Ah,” she waved off. “It was no trouble at all. Our nest could always use a bit of this little sunshine.”

“Minerva still at the school?”

“Yes, I don’t think she’s relinquishing her reins on the queer alliance club quite as well as she had thought.”

Remus chuckled. “You know, most people are excited to retire.”

”Alas, she’s never been most people. No matter how much she grumbles and huffs about those kids, she loves them dearly. She’s having a hard time letting them go. But if that isn’t what I just love about her.”

“She’s a formidable woman, that’s for certain,” Remus said. Teddy began to wiggle a bit in his arms, clearly growing impatient with the adult conversation. “Alright, Teddy, are you ready to go home?”

”Can we watch Narnia?”

”Sure we can, buddy, but first I think my little flour monster could use a bath, huh,” he said, nuzzling his nose into Teddy’s messy hair, making the boy giggle. “Say bye-bye to Poppy.”

Teddy reached out his arms towards the woman, who hugged him back with a quick kiss to his temple. “You be good for your daddy, Edward. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Bye, Miss Poppy!”

”Thanks again and tell Minerva I said hello,” Remus said with another smile to the woman. “We’ll see you in the morning.”

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[saucy-sassy-sparkly]

Flight 1311: 2

Continuing to figure out Tumblr :)

Chris Evans x Harriet (OFC). This is very lightly edited from the original post on AO3. Italics indicate Harriet's memories, thoughts, daydreams...

Part One

Harriet was grading papers and sitting in the family lounge with a lukewarm cup of coffee when Emily’s favorite nurse, Marissa, approached and sat down across from her.  Emily had gone down for some tests and labs and was now resting while Harriet tried to work.

“Hey,” Marissa began with a huge grin; they’d spent so much time together in all of Emily’s hospital stays, they felt more like friends.  “Do you think Em is up for visitors today?”

Harriet laughed, “you’re the medical professional, you tell me.”

Marissa nodded, “she’s three days post-op and medically, she’s fine for visitors.  She doesn’t want to miss these visitors, Harriet.”

Harriet put down her pen and took a sip of coffee, making a face, “who’s coming?”

She leaned across the table dramatically, “Marvel actors.”

“Shut up.”

Marissa nodded vigorously, “I know, she’s going to freak out.”

“We’ve never had Marvel before,” Harriet grinned, “She’ll be so excited.  Do we know who?”

“You know the drill.  They don’t tell us in advance in case there are conflicts.  No one wants to be the guy who broke a sick kid’s heart.  They’re apparently in the building already meeting the important money people and then will be around to visit the kids.”

Harriet gathered her papers and wandered back to Emily’s room, debating about telling her the news.  She text Dan as well, knowing he’d be equally excited and could probably scoot over for a quick meet and greet.  When she got in the room, Emily was eating applesauce and wearing her Captain America helmet.  “Who told you?”  Harriet asked, dropping her bag near the window and stealing the toast off Emily’s tray.

“One of the nurses,” Emily shrugged.  “Do you think he’ll be here?”

Harriet shrugged, thinking about her brief encounter in LAX with the “he” Emily meant. 

She’d boarded the plane and taken the 2A seat, still dumbstruck at her luck.  She was certain he’d fill a different first-class seat but eventually, he passed her on his way back to coach.  Harriet had fallen all over herself to thank him and offer to switch back, but he shook his head adamantly, his face getting serious, “You need this more than I do tonight.  I don’t know what’s going on in your world, but you’ve got important things to get home to.  Enjoy it.”  

She’d slept soundly the whole flight (after the complimentary champagne) and seen Chris again at baggage claim.  He looked tired and rumpled… and handsome… and she’d put a hand on his shoulder.  He jumped at the touch before turning to see her and asking about the flight.  She thanked him-- again-- and they fell into conversation while they waited for bags.  His arrived first and he snatched it up, turning to her.  “Good luck, Harriet,” and he’d hugged her without a second thought.  His embrace was warm and comforting, but she pulled away, feeling indecent and worried about cameras around.  

“Let’s hope he’s here,” Harriet responded, “I wonder if they’ll be in costume or dressed normally.”

“I hope it’s uniform,” Emily said dreamily; Harriet couldn’t help but laugh at the enormous crush Emily had on Chris Evans.  They passed the time speculating and giggling, and eventually, Marissa came flying into the room. 

“They’re finishing up with Tommy right now.  You’re the last room!” 

Anthony Mackie was the first in the room, boisterous and kind, approaching Emily directly and immediately laughing with her.  Sebastian Stan was in the hallway, signing something for a nurse before he too was in the room, ribbing Emily for her Captain America helmet and making her laugh.  

Marissa, who’d made her way over to stand next to Harriet, gasped quietly and tugged on Harriet’s arm when the last man entered the room.  In a grey shirt, jeans, and sneakers, Harriet wasn’t sure if Marissa’s reaction was to Chris’s clearly handsome appearance or if it was excitement for Emily.  Emily’s face was stretched out in shock; Harriet was glad she had her phone filming the experience.  Emily burst into tears when Chris reached out and asked to hug her.  

Harriet let the four of them interact for a few moments before she interrupted, “Em, you want a picture?”

Emily, unable to form words, nodded vigorously and the three actors crowded around her bed where Emily, still in her helmet, sat like a queen and grinned at the camera.  Through the screen, Harriet saw recognition cross Chris’s face when he looked at her, but neither of them acknowledged the moment. The men spent almost 10 more minutes in the room, introducing themselves to Harriet and Marissa, chatting and laughing with most of their attention on Emily.  Harriet’s phone vibrated in her hands: 

Danny: are they still there?  I’m parking.  Stall them!!!

Harriet: Still here, but think it’s wrapping up.  I took lots of pictures

Danny: NOT ENOUGH

Harriet laughed to herself and closed the conversation as Emily said, “I wish my dad was here.  He’d be so excited.”

“He’s actually parking right now,” Harriet said, but hurriedly added, “But I’m sure these guys are pretty busy, Em.  We’ll show him the pictures.”  The three men apologized for not staying longer and started to say goodbye.  Emily beckoned Harriet to her bedside to flip through pictures and Marissa fell into conversation with Chris on the way out.  He glanced over his shoulder; Harriet offered a small smile and half-wave before turning her attention back to Emily.

Chris followed Anthony and Sebastian back to meet with some of the coordinators, thanking them for the visit and stopping for more photos along the way.  He hesitated as they started towards the parking lot and finally stopped the other men.  “I’m gonna run back up and meet that dad.  I think it’d be special for that little girl.”

Sebastian rolled his eyes, “it has nothing to do with thinking the mom is hot?”

“What?  No way,” Chris objected, a blush creeping up his face.

“You stared at her every second you weren’t talking to the kid,” Anthony added with a grin.  

Chris shook his head, “I just think it’d be nice.  Emily seemed really sad we couldn’t meet her dad and he’s got to be up there by now.  It’s been 30 minutes since we left them and he was parking.”

The other men shrugged and waved him off when Chris headed back to the elevators, quickly making his way back to Emily’s room.  He wasn’t sure what he was doing; he mostly just wanted to acknowledge Harriet with more than just a wave.  The cocky part of him also wanted to be a hero, even if she wasn’t available, he’d leave an impression on both Emily and Harriet for coming back.  

“Mr. Evans,” Marissa, the chatty nurse, looked up in surprise, “We weren’t expecting you back.  Is everything okay?”

He nodded, “Did Emily’s dad make it up here?  I thought I’d pop my head in before I go home.”

Marissa made a face Chris was used to; the one that filled with immediate admiration and attraction, “yes, Dan is back there.  I’ll walk you back.”

They entered Emily’s room and Marissa called, “knock knock, look who I found!”

Emily squealed in surprise and the father launched off the side of the bed, his hand extended, extolling to Chris what an honor it was to meet him.  Harriet wasn’t in the room and disappointment filled Chris, but he kept his composure and chatted a few more minutes before asking Marissa to take a picture with both the father, Dan, and Emily.  

“Well,” Chris said after ten minutes of visiting, “I was still in the building, and I thought it’d be a nice surprise for you guys.  I’m gonna go home and play with Dodger now,” he said with a wink towards Emily, who’d asked to look at pictures of Dodger this visit.  

“Dad,” Emily said, “Doesn’t Dodger kind of look like Dolly?”

“Who’s Dolly?” Chris asked.

“Aunt Harry’s dog, Dolly.  That’s why she’s not here anymore, she went home to be with Dolly.”

“Aunt Harry?”  Chris glanced from Dan to Emily; he tried to control his facial expression.

Dan nodded, “my sister, Harriet. She was here earlier, and you actually met her earlier this week. You upgraded her seat on that really delayed flight from LAX.”

“WHAT,” Emily exclaimed, “She met him already?” Her face was immediately covered in a blush when Chris looked at her. 

“She’s your sister?”

He looked at Dan, who nodded, before adding, “she was really impressed with that gesture, I’m surprised she didn’t say anything when you were here earlier.”

Chris nodded, rubbing the back of his neck, “It was nothing, she was clearly tired and stressed, I was happy to give her a break.”

Emily was fuming on the bed, grumbling about Harriet having already met Chris and not telling her. Dan rolled his eyes at his daughter, “Em, say goodbye to Mr. Evans, we’ve taken enough of his time.” Chris hugged her one last time before Dan followed him out into the hallway. 

“Thanks for coming back up, that was really kind,” Dan said, walking with Chris towards the elevators.  “But I have a sneaking suspicion it wasn’t just to be kind.”

Chris shook his head, “just doing something nice for fans. I was still in the building anyway.”

“You looked pretty excited when you heard Harry was my sister and not my wife,” Dan laughed, “You hid it pretty quickly, but I saw the spark.” 

Chris dropped his head feeling slightly cornered and embarrassed.  He jammed the down arrow of the elevators several times in rapid succession. They stood in uncomfortable silence for several seconds, neither sure how to recover. 

“I’m really grateful you came back up.  My kid is over the moon, once she gets over her aunt’s betrayal, and I have a really good story to tell at work tomorrow.”  Dan held out his hand to Chris, who shook it and forced himself to make eye contact.  “And you’re not the first person to confuse us for a couple.  It’s a long story and a weird situation but she’s determined that Emily needed a constant feminine presence in her life.  I’m really grateful she’s around to help.”  Chris nodded, not sure what to add.  “I don’t know if you’re interested, but I’ll give you her number as a peace offering for making you so uncomfortable right now,” Dan laughed lightly and Chris joined him.

“Get out your phone, I’ll airdrop you her contact info,” Dan pulled his own phone out and started to click through screens before looking up at Chris, “only if you promise to call her.  I can’t kick your ass myself, but I’m still her big brother and will find someone who can.”

Chris smiled, “I’ll call.” 

[piratewithvigor]

Journey Out Of Darkness: The History Of Kane

Chapter 5: Life's A Witch, Then You Fry

Abel meets some really really old people and one who isn't so old

Last Chapter ~ AO3

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Melissa Vick became an everyday visitor to Abel’s room, sometimes coming in the morning before starting her appointments of the day, sometimes at night on her way home, sometimes both, if he’d seemed particularly despondent in the morning. She wanted to establish a routine with him, maybe even a rapport. Let him see her as a friend.

He was a tough nut to crack.

There were books and toys she brought over and left for him that looked like they remained untouched. He did watch a fair amount of TV, but didn’t seem to be needing her company for it. She prodded him with questions about school, about his likes, his dislikes, what he might want to do once he got out of the hospital. It was as if she was talking to a wall instead of a child– he didn’t offer much more than shrugs or one-word answers, if he gave a response at all. The boy had a lot on his mind, though. He was conscious and aware, even if he wasn’t always indicating it. He was living in his mind, she could see, in his own private little heaven– or, more likely, hell.

When the doctors or nurses would come into his room to poke and prod him for a never-ending parade of tests and shots, he didn’t blink. Whether they stuck him with a needle, performed scar massages or forced him through the rehabilitation procedures, his complaints, if he had any, were only that he was tired. He went through it all with a stoic face, slept through treatments that made grown adults whimper in agony.

His condition helped with a lot of his– the HSAN. But still… he was just seven, the same age as her Katie. Even if she couldn’t have felt a thing, Katie would have been scared. Might have cried, might not, but would have certainly been curious. Would have asked about every test, shot and treatment, made friends with every kid on the floor and probably a good chunk of the staff. That was Katie’s gift, making friends. She had a knack for it that Melissa didn’t understand, but was never going to question. She was just a perpetually happy kid who made everyone around her feel better. Abel, somehow, seemed like he was about as close to the opposite as a kid could get. She didn’t blame him, of course, but the longer he went on without saying anything, the more she worried.

Since he wasn’t talking, she went over to Marfa Elementary and had a sitdown with his teacher. Mrs. Prescott told her all about the boy she had known. A bright boy who was almost painfully shy, capable of good grades, but more prone to average ones for reasons that continued to escape her. A loner. He didn’t play much with the other children. Not at all like his older brother.

Thomas Carrion, on the other hand, was smart and strong, a head taller than most in his grade and the top athlete in his class. Had the tendency of dominating teamwork scenarios and group activities, but Thomas had a real bright future, in her opinion. She had fond memories of having him in second grade a couple of years ago and had only heard good things from his current teacher in the lounge gossip. What happened to him…

“A shame,” Mrs. Prescott decided. A terrible, terrible shame.

Melissa tried to steer the conversation back to Abel, but required a handful of attempts. Mrs. Prescott seemed like she had far less to say about the younger brother, but went along reluctantly. Abel had none of the self-assurance that was Thomas’s hallmark at such an early age. He did, she noted, seem to come out of his shell more when he was around Thomas, almost like he was drawing strength from him. Together, Abel almost seemed like any other kid. Apart, he blended into the shadows with ease.

Of course, Melissa knew that. Mrs. Prescott was no help.

She did, at least, provide Melissa with the class list. Summer vacation had begun a few days previously, but many of the parents were still home when Melissa called, hunting for anyone who might have been friendly with Abel at school. She had the idea if she could get one or two of them to visit him in the hospital, the boy might open up to her a little. Apparently, though, Abel had no close friends in the class. Nor could they offer any names of anyone in other classes who might be. Nobody had anything bad to say about him, everyone was sorry for what had happened, but they just didn’t see how they could help.

Melissa hung up the phone and crossed the final name off the bottom of the list, sighing. What could she do? She had to get to know the boy. She had to understand him better before she could think about placing him with a family or putting him up for adoption. He was a good kid inside, she knew that much. Even though he didn’t say much, he was unfailingly polite. In his darkest of moods, he may let slip a slightly more rude word, but they were rare. He didn’t fight the doctors when he was instructed to do things, no matter how unpleasant some of the things sounded. She imagined him as a good son and a good sibling, the type of child who always did what he was told, obeyed his parents and teachers. Just like her Katie.

It was at that moment, in her office, that Melissa got an idea.

“So, honey, I was wondering,” she said over dinner that night, nudging a forkful of mashed potatoes around her plate. “Do you think you might want to help me at work a little tomorrow?”

Katie’s eyes lit up immediately. Ever since summer vacation had started, she’d been missing her Mama constantly. She’d been having fun out of school, but being alone with the babysitter all day was getting tedious. “Me? Help you? Could I really?”

“I think maybe you could. See, there’s this boy at the hospital– he’s about your age– and I just have the feeling that he needs someone to talk to real bad.”

“Isn’t that what you do, Mama?”

“I do. I try to do that, but sometimes… people– especially kids– they might not want to talk to a grownup.”

“But they might talk to a kid instead?”

“He might.”

“I can do that, Mama… you’ll tell me what to do, right?”

“You just have to talk to him, honey. It could be tricky, but I know you’ll come up with something in common.”

“I could bring in my dolls. We can play with them together and then we’ll have lots to talk about.”

“You can bring ‘em if you want, but don’t be surprised if he doesn’t want to play right away.” She hesitated a second, remembering the sight of Abel as she’d left him a few hours ago. The burns on his face, the tubes coming out of his body, the machines that surrounded them as if a fortress…

“There’s something else that’s real important. This boy… he was in a real bad accident– a fire. His whole family was killed and he was hurt pretty badly.”

Katie covered her mouth, her heart breaking for this boy already. “Oh, Mama…”

“Oh yes. So he might look a little scary to you, honey. Just remember that inside, he’s probably every bit as scared. Scared about what already happened and scared about what will happen.”

“I won’t be scared, Mama, I promise… but what is gonna happen to him?”

Melissa sighed. “I don’t know just yet, honey. That’s what I’m trying to figure out. I can’t find the right place for him if I don’t really know him. That’s why I need your help.”

“I’ll help you, Mama. Whatever you need.” Katie smiled.

Melissa Vick reached across the table and patted her daughter’s hand. “That’s my girl.”

–

Nurse Efram was his nurse this morning, which Abel was happy about not because he liked her but because she, unlike the older nurses like Nurse Hunt or Nurse Somozi, wasn’t always asking him a lot of questions like how are you feeling or do you think you’d like a book from the library or a special treat. Nurse Efram was change the IV and go, take his temperature and go, take the breakfast tray and go. All business, like Dad used to say, which was fine with Abel. The last thing he wanted this morning was to analyze why he hadn’t eaten and why he hadn’t slept. He knew why; he wasn’t hungry and he’d had a bad dream. He didn’t want to talk about either.

It was the same dream he’d been having for a couple nights now, the dream where he was running down the highway, hunting for Thomas, but only finding other people. Paul Bearer, James Dean the actor, and last night, his Ma’s father, Abel’s grandfather, who he only knew from the picture in the Kane family scrapbook.

The dream had begun ordinarily enough, with Grandfather taking him out for fishing and ice cream, like Dad used to sometimes, then a walk around old Fort Marfa, which still had signs up, but was pretty much deserted. Except in the dream, it wasn’t deserted at all. There was a crowd as big as Easter church in the middle of the camp, all standing around a big wooden stake that had been nailed into the ground. It must have been in there pretty deep, because the girl who was tied to it was thrashing around and screaming and crying and carrying on like there was no tomorrow. 

Getting closer, Abel could see that everyone in the crowd was dressed in old fashioned clothes. Pilgrim clothes. Just like the pictures in the book Mrs. Prescott had read the day before Thanksgiving.

“Now that ain’t funny,” his grandfather said, although neither of them were laughing. “There’s your great-great-great-great-great-great- (he said great more times than Abel could count) grandmother, son. We ought to say hello.”

Grandfather cupped his hands to his mouth and shouted. “Hey, Grandma! How are you?”

The girl tied to the stake quit screaming. She looked up at the both of them and stared Abel down. “How am I? How do you think I am? I’m cursed is how I am!”

There were dozens of people between them, but she kept her gaze steady, looking Abel right in the eye.

“We’re all cursed! All of us Kanes are cursed, but especially you, boy! Especially you!”

Abel managed to wake up to the sound of one of the machines beeping rapidly. The one that watched his heart rate.

Once he was awake and calming down, the dream didn’t seem quite as scary, the way dreams are when you think about them long and hard afterwards. Where you wonder why you were ever scared at all. It was nowhere near as scary as the dreams where he’d run into Paul Bearer and get his arm grabbed. Paul Bearer was alive, whereas the woman in the dream he’d just had had been dead for hundreds of years. Her name, he knew, was Rebecca Kane. She was a witch.

Supposedly, the Kane curse started with her. Ma was pretty certain, but Thomas said she was only so sure because she couldn’t find information about Rebecca Kane’s parents. Ma had told him plenty of stories of the family members and the curse the summer that he’d broken his arm falling out of a tree and wasn’t allowed to go outside or do much of anything. He’d brushed them off as ghost stories designed to keep his imagination active while he was inside over the summer. He didn’t believe them then, but now…

What Abel was wondering now, as he stared at the eggs on his tray, was if he was somehow a witch too and just didn’t know it. It’d explain why the fire didn’t kill him, why nothing ever made him hurt. The doctors called it all a miracle. If he was a witch, then it wasn’t a miracle at all because miracles came from God and witches got their power from…

Someone knocked on the door.

“I’m all done,” Abel called, placing his fork on top of the uneaten eggs. The door opened and he looked up, expecting Nurse Efram, but seeing two people instead.

The blonde woman who kept coming to see him had brought a little blonde girl.

–

Melissa’s heart leapt into her throat.

Abel looked exhausted. The bags under his eyes were darker and bigger, enough so that she could see it poking out from underneath the bandage on his bad eye. He’d barely eaten anything either.

“Abel, are you alright?”

“Fine.” “You’ve barely eaten.” “I’m fine.”

Any other day, she would push things. Encourage him to eat a little more, at least. But not today. Not when Katie was here. She didn’t want to have her fight through one of his worse moods. So she let it drop and placed her hands on Katie’s shoulders, moving her closer to the bed.

“Abel, this is my daughter. I thought you might want a fresh face to talk to today.”

His expression didn’t shift, not even when Katie took a step forward and held out her hand.

“Hi, I’m Katie.”

She smiled, the same smile that Melissa had that lit up the room just like Ma’s used to.

Abel’s expression didn’t change.

“I can’t get up to shake your hand, cause they got this in right now,” he nodded towards the IV. It was more words at once than Melissa had ever heard him say. Katie didn’t seem to mind. 

Abel didn’t seem to know what to make of her. He hadn’t had much great experience with other kids thus far. But he hadn’t been rude to Katie yet, so that was a start. He just needed a little push.

Melissa made a show of looking into her briefcase and frowning. “Where is my head this morning– I forgot some papers in the car. Would you excuse me a minute, you two? You don’t mind if Katie stays in here with you, do you, Abel?”

He just shrugged.

“Good, I’ll be right back.”

She stepped out of the room and shut the door, leaning back against it to listen in.

It took a moment, but she eventually heard talking. No specific words; the hospital doors were too thick for that, but definitely talking. Katie had broken the ice, at least, so she felt okay leaving them alone for a while. Get a cup of coffee at the nurse’s station, maybe find Beverly and go over a few things with her about Abel’s status– his release date, any long-term problems he may be facing– now that she thought about it, one of the doctors had flagged some bruising and smoke damage on his vocal cords that might present a problem down the road. She wanted the story on that in as much detail as possible. She’d take care of all that, then see how the kids were doing.

There was a policeman standing at the nurse’s station, talking to the nurse behind the desk who Melissa recognized, but didn’t know by name. She glanced up and pointed at Melissa.

“That’s her now,” she said.

The policeman nodded grimly and started walking towards her.

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Sunday Six 04.09.2023

Sunday Six - April 9, 2023

I have two Tobias Carrick  and Samantha fics. They should have been posted a while ago. One is for @moodmusicmonday’s Luck of the Draw that was due March 31. The other is a continuation of Karma and it will ultimately include a quote from a previous week’s @choicesflashfics. Both would have been written and posted but real life intruded as it often does and something had to give. Unfortunately, it was writing time that suffered. Hopefully they will both be up this week.

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Luck of the Draw

“Samantha?” Tobias called out as he walked through the front door. “Sam?” He heard a faint vibration and he saw her phone light up. She must have muted it. He thought for a second before picking it up and answering. “Hi Sienna. I’m not sure where Samantha is.”

“Oh, she’s probably napping. I was calling to see if she wanted me to bring her some chicken soup.”

“I picked some up on the way home, so we’re good.”

Sienna huffed into the phone. “Where did you get it from?”

“I stopped at the grocery store.”

“Canned?”

“I know how to make soup, Sienna. I got this. I’ll have Sami call you later.” He disconnect and headed to the kitchen, hoping that he had everything he needed to make homemade soup. He stowed the red and white cans of Campbell’s in the pantry.

Karma 2 

“I hear he’s married.” Tobias rolled his eyes at the two nurses gossiping by the coffee maker in the employee lounge. He wished he’d gotten to the hospital before Ethan’s meeting with Bloom then he could have gotten his coffee from Ethan’s precious coffee maker.

“No! He’s been flirting with all of the nurses, even more so than Lahela does,” Patsy answered Lisa.

As the nurses walked out the door, Tobias heard Lisa laughed. “It figures since they went to school together and are friends.”