Requests: OPEN (I will write for all of the Pitt characters and all of the CM characters for Pitt/CM Crossover, I only write for ADULT characters)
Ao3: Eden_031
Jack Abbot x reader:
Married Life
Summary: When Jack‘s wife is hit by a patient a worried Jack only comes close behind.
Sweet boy
Summary: When her son is having a rough patch, she asks her attending to come to his games, just as a temporary agreement, of course. Though sometimes something temporary becomes normal
Crisis: averted, lives? Changed (2nd Part of “Sweet boy”)
Summary: She and Jack decide to go along on a field trip with Josh‘s class, not thinking anything of it until things go sideways. After Jack has a slip up an important and live changing conversation follows.
Okay again
Summary: After coming home from a gruelling day at work everything is okay once she is back with her two favourite boys.
First meetings
Summary: Meeting Jack Abbot twice was not on her bucket list, especially not after how their first unofficial first meeting ended.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Epilogue
Michael „Robby“ Robinavitch x reader:
Hi there, handsome
Summary: After a night out drinking ends in the ER she flirts with her attending, later being left to face the consequences.
No Myrna!
Summary: Some days begin bad and only get worse as the day goes on, but sometimes at the end of it it is all worth it.
Past life
Summary: After coming back to the Pitt after years away, facing Robby is by far the most painful part.
His girl
Summary: Robby makes it public knowledge that she is his girl.
Where life takes us (+ past!Aaron Hotchner x reader)
Summary: Murders in Pittsburgh. The BAU gets involved, an old case is reopened and Hotch knows exactly who might be able to help them solve the case. Sometimes life does not take the course you expect and yet things have to go on.
Brendon „The Shark“ Park x reader:
Out of line
Summary: She tolerated many things about Dr. Park, but being out of line with the sweet med student was not one of them.
Betting board
Summary: The biggest betting board in the history of the Pitt finally closes.
Staking claim (18+)
Summary: After a friendly interaction his favorite resident has with the ED intern Brendon Park doesn't overreact. Well maybe he does.
Between us (18+)
Summary: Meeting a handsome stranger at a club and starting a more or less relationship already sounds like a bad idea, but it turns out to be much worse than originally thought.
Mistake:
Summary: Sometimes the things we say cut deep.
Frank Langdon x reader:
Stab wounds and coffee
Summary: After getting stabbed by an UNSUB she is treated by a rather handsome Doctor in the ED. Maybe sometimes things are meant to happen.
Jesse van Horn x reader:
coming soon…
John Shen x reader:
The Shens
Summary: Javadi and Whitaker meet a hot headed neuro resident only to find out that she is not just that.
Understanding misunderstandings
Summary: Shen watches his favourite resident talk to Robby before shift change, later he hears the nurses gossiping about her crush on an attending. He comes to the only logical conclusion: she has a crush on Robby.
Wife surprise
Summary: Shen is assaulted during his shift and the night shift meets his emergency contact.
shark x reader where he is being a meanie and said sth really hurts the reader and he felt so bad afterwards…
Loved this idea did my best to get it on paper :)
Mistake
Pairing: Brendon Park x R4!ED!Reader
Summary: Sometimes the things we say cut deep.
Warnings: ANGST, Park being an asshole, reader cries, reader is called sunshine once, reader forgives Park for saying something I would never forgive anyone saying to me (lol), barely proof read
Words: 3.9K (almost 4k)
A/N: Ahhh this was sitting in my drafts and I PROMISE I will work on all the requests I am just fighting demons atm (Uni assignments) and at the end of the day I barely have the energy to get myself ready for bed so please forgive my slow progress.
DISCLAIMER: Picture for aesthetic purposes only, not meant to describe reader
„Hey there, sunshine,“ Dana greeted her as she came circling back to the nurses station after checking in on a few of her patients. A smile on her face and a pep in her step she tried to keep up. Most people could use some joy on the worst days of their lives she had realised. Even on days like today when everything seemed to come crashing down on her and everyone was drowning in chaos she tried to stay positive, tried to make the best out of every interaction and everything that happened.
„Hey, Dana,“ she grinned at the charge nurse, opening one of the charts on the computer, tapping the table in thought, pulling out the glittery pen from her breast pocket to note down something from the chart she knew she needed to check up on once the lab results were in. It felt like today the entirety of Pittsburgh decided to come into the ED and have something that needed a thorough work up or had something that would classify as absolute grotesque: a woman had come in with her femur sticking out of her leg after falling down a flight of stairs and so many more strange accidents, however the woman with the femur was her patient now. Apparently she had even driven herself to the ED, something that had absolutely horrified her from the perspective of traffic safety.
„Just so you know your ortho consult for south thirteen will be coming down in ten, Dolores told me they are sending the Shark himself,“ Dana hummed as she stepped away from one of the computers, picking up the IPad from the stand. Those words made her perk up slightly, she was one of the few people that looked forward to Park‘s consults.
„Oh, really?“ she asked, exiting the chart as she looked at the nurse, brows raised in surprise, though not because the ortho consult was actually coming down, but rather because usually Park stayed up in his ivory tower of surgery.
“Yep, but from what I have heard he has been throwing a hissy fit at every inconvenience so just be careful,“ Dana smiled at her as she nodded, opening the chart of the woman in south thirteen, the woman with her femur sticking out of her leg. The x-rays had been taken and she was just not sure what she was supposed to do with it, she knew that it would be best re-set in surgery, but ortho could be very particular about their cases. She read up on the history again and checked the x-ray and CT scan at least six times, trying to engrave every single aspect of it into her mind.
“Who called the ortho consult?“ the familiar voice of Park made her head snap up. He stood in front of Dana with his hands clenched at his sides, jaw already working, the frown etched deeply onto his features. That made her swallow hard, usually she liked working with Park: he was efficient and incredibly good at what he was doing. Over her time in the ED she had started to chip away at his harshness, at least that was what she tried to imagine, taking it away bit by bit so that the Shark had grown soft whenever he did an ortho consult with her.
„That would be me,“ she called out, smiling at Park as she closed the chart and stepped towards him, a big smile on her lips as she approached. The usual sag of his shoulders when she came to talk to him did not happen, the only thing she noticed was that his jaw seemed to set harshly now, the muscles tensing as he saw her.
He nodded, his chin moving slightly in the direction of the hallway. She just nodded, leading the way to the patient, past people awaiting treatment in the hallway.
“Thank you for coming down Dr. Park. I already started wondering if you didn‘t like us anymore down here,“ she said in a light tone, trying to pick up conversation as they made their way through the masses of people. Park easily gliding through them while she felt like she was stumbling left and right and at every turn.
„I never liked anyone down here,“ he muttered under his breath as they continued to walk towards the room. Those words landed like a slap, she didn‘t say anything, but it had hurt her, she had thought that he might have started to actually enjoy her company over time. Obviously she had been completely wrong.
„Well…if that‘s the case then I should thank you even more, shouldn‘t I?“ she asked in a light tone, trying to lighten the tension that was rolling off of Park in waves. Something inside of her was telling her that this was not going to end well as he glared at her sharply.
Finally they reached the room and entered, the woman laid in bed, eyes fixed on the door and demeanour still rather cheerful despite the fact that her femur was sticking out of her leg, displaced fracture that she had not wanted to set herself without talking to ortho about it first.
Quickly giving Park a run down of the accident as well as the injury: no major blood loss, no major blood vessels were hit. After presenting it to him Park nodded, then started looking at the x-rays while he asked the woman a few questions.
„Ah right I forgot to mention that she is allergic to alcohol, so you will have to use an alcohol free disinfectant,“ she smiled at Park, who just gave her a long hard glare and annoyed huff, „But it‘s also written in her chart so…“ she shrugged slightly, turning back to look at the woman with a small smile, feeling the unpleasant energy from Park intensify tenfold, deciding to ignore him she turned to the patient.
While he looked at the x-rays she stood there in the room, trying to keep the joyful energy and optimism. The woman had rather radically accepted what would need to be done, but it still felt like she needed some kind of support through it all. After some time Park was finished with everything, telling the woman they would be fixing it in the OR, he held out his hand to her, pulling one of her pens out of the breast pocket she saw he wanted to sign one of the slips that would be needed for the chart.
„Oh, wait a sec,“ she said, taking the only non glittery pen out of her pocket, exchanging the pens Park looked at her with something on his face she had never seen before. He swiftly signed the slip, gave the woman a nod, then headed out of the room.
“I will be back once we know more,“ she smiled at her, heading after Park, a bad feeling in her stomach. She expected him to have already headed off, trying to escape the ED, though she practically bumped into him as she left the patient‘s room. His expression stern and harshly set.
„Since Dr. Robby or no one else in the ED had the heart to tell you this yet,“ his voice was sharp, not loud, but audible over the chaos of the ED, „If you don‘t stop acting like a dumb, childish brat no one is going to take you seriously,“
Every single word hit her like a punch to the gut, like he was doing his best to get her into a K.O. absolutely taken aback by those words she felt the sting of tears in her eyes. She wasn‘t sure what she had done wrong to provoke this reaction, to make him say that. Though she knew Park didn‘t say things like that if he didn‘t mean them. Usually he was nice to her, she really didn‘t know if she had done something wrong or not.
„Maybe if you want to act like this, think about going into pedes, it would suit you better, make you less of a failure,“ he stated calmly, turned on his heel and left her standing in front of the patient‘s room. Hot tears had begun running down her cheeks as she looked after him. Her throat closed as she stood in the hallway feeling like someone had just punched her in the gut. There was nothing she had done wrong, nothing that should have provoked that reaction, especially not on this case. Taking a shaky breath she headed towards the nurses station, eyes turned to the ground as hot tears continued to roll down her cheeks.
Dumb. Childish. Brat. Failure. They felt like lead in her mouth as she came to a halt in front of one of the computers. Biting the inside of her cheek she tried to will away the tears, but the humiliation was still there, burning hot in her stomach as she tried to type with blurry vision and shaky hands.
„You doing okay, sweetheart?“ Dana‘s voice cut through the spiral like a cold bucket of water. Opening her mouth she turned to look at the charge nurse and instead of words a sob escaped her lips. The tears that had been running at a steady pace were now falling in big drops down her cheeks as she pressed the back of her hand against her lips.
“What‘s wrong, honey?“ Dana asked, gently placing a hand on her back, guiding her away from the nurses station and towards the break room. Simply letting herself be pushed into the room. The moment the door closed she collapsed on one of the chairs.
„I thought,“ she sobbed, all rational thought leaving her mind, Dana gently rubbed her back, „I don‘t know what I did wrong!“ she sniffled, wiping away the tears, trying to stop herself from bursting out again. It was embarrassing. She was a doctor, she was an R4, she had performed many complicated procedures, had gone through terrible shifts, had been yelled at by multiple attendings that had much more power over her career than Park and yet this felt like someone had stabbed her in the heart. Maybe it was because she had thought that he liked her, maybe because of her stupid crush on him. Maybe it was all of that combined.
„You need to tell me what happened sweetheart,“ Dana said in a soothing tone, moving to kneel in front of her. The nurse looked at her with a slight frown as she wiped away more tears.
„Park,“ she sniffed, realising how stupid she sounded, crying over something like this, „He called me dumb and a failure among a few other things,“ she mumbled, avoiding Dana‘s gaze. A sharp huff came from the older woman as she continued wiping her tears.
„Well, then I am going to tell you something else,“ Dana said, gently nudging her hands away from her face, her expression serious. “Park is an asshole and you are an amazing doctor kid,“ Dana said, „You did everything right by calling in an ortho consult and the way you treated that patient,“ Dana sounded like she was ready to murder someone, „And if I catch him I am going to tell him something about failure. You are great, kid, don‘t let an asshole like Park ruin your day because he got up on the wrong foot. I know you two usually get along fine, but he‘s still the way he is,“ Dana gently patted her cheek, wiping away a stray tear.
“Thanks Dana,“ she mumbled, taking a deep breath. Trying to push it away, to compartmentalize like she always did. There was no room for failure, no room for doubt like this.
„Yeah, of course. Now, let's get you back to work,“ Dana patted her on the shoulder, urging her to stand up. The moment the door to the break room opened and the chaos of the Pitt hit her once again it was almost like the words had been wiped from her mind, not completely, but like a dry erase marker that left an ugly dark smudge on the whiteboard.
Night shift was slowly beginning to trickle in though it did not look like there would be any chance she would actually get out of this hell hole on time. Park had once called it the seventh circle of hell as a joke and she had to agree with him somewhat.
„GSW to the leg coming in in four,“ someone called over the chaos of the two shifts colliding, Abbot passed by her giving her a nudge and nodding towards the trauma bay. Nodding, she headed after him, focused on the case.
„Someone page ortho a heads up,“ she heard someone say as she put on a gown and a pair of gloves, the team made up of her, Abbot and Whitaker headed towards the ambulance bay.
The man was knocked out. A tourniquet tied tightly around the leg that had been shot at, only a trickle of blood coming out of the wound. One of the EMT‘s gave them a run down of the injuries and meds that had already been administered
As they entered the trauma room Walsh appeared, expression tight as they transferred the man from the gurney to the bed. Then the practiced rhythm started, low BP, bad saturation, they decided to take a look with an ultrasound, apparently he had also broken a rib that had caused a pneumothorax. Abbot gave her a nod and Walsh gave the go to decompress the pneumothorax.
She moved quickly to decompress the pneumo, it was almost like instinct took over as she worked. Hearing the soft sizzling of air escaping the thorax she looked up, a huff escaped her lips, she knew they would need to wait a few moments.
„Saturation is still shit,“ one of the night shift nurses announced, she nodded, knowing that they would need to intubate if it didn‘t get any better sooner.
„BP is too low after three units of blood,“ Jesse announced from the head of the bed. Abbot looked up at her, tilting his head to the side in question.
„Push another one and one of saline,“ she said, before she could even finish her sentence the monitor began blearing in warning.
„He is crashing,“ she shouted, moving to intubate the man as quickly as possible. Her hands moved steadily as she intubated the man, the moment the tube was down his windpipe and secured his heart stopped. She was the fastest to get to his chest, starting chest compressions while orders were being shouted. A door flew open and she saw Park enter the trauma bay while she worked the man. The sound of ribs breaking filled the room. Walsh and Park spoke a few hushed whispers as she continued to work while an epi was pushed. Sweat began to gather at her brow as Abbot took over from her, stepping aside and she saw that Park was looking at the x-ray Donnie had taken with the portable x-ray machine.
The femur was shattered, fragments of the bullet spread in the leg. The question was why was he still not getting better when the bleeding had been stopped.
„Did someone echo the spleen?“ she asked as she moved to pull over the ultrasound. Something telling her that the man was likely beaten to a pulp and shot at or the other way around.
„No, there was no indication for it,“ Whitaker said, brows furrowed. While Jack worked she held the ultrasound head to the abdomen of the man, finding the spleen there was a large collection of free fluid around the organ.
„Looks like a ruptured spleen,“ she announced, freezing the image and turning it to Walsh, „He needs to be moved to an OR the moment we get him back,“ she said as she pushed the ultrasound away, a pause in the CPR, there was fibrillation. A shock and his pulse was back.
Everyone moved quickly to wheel him out of the trauma room and up to an OR. Walsh went with him while Whitaker and Abbot also headed after them, she stayed behind for a moment to give a hand in getting a few things back in order.
„Good catch,“ Park said, still standing in the trauma bay, his eyes fixed on her as she pulled off the gown and gloves.
„Thanks,“ her tone was sharper than it usually would be with him or really anyone. She was not one to snap at people, but right now she did not want to see him or even hear his voice. For a moment he stood there, still staring at her, then his eyes flickered to the clock in the room, sighing he left the trauma bay without saying another word.
She had decided the best course of action regarding her feelings for not only Park, but also regarding what he had said to her would be avoidance. If she did not think about it she would need to confront it, that extended to Park. Over three weeks she had become excellent at avoiding Park whenever he came down for an ortho consult and also got excellent at leaving the room before he even had the chance to look at her.
Dana had told her that it was unhealthy to quite literally run from the thing that caused her distress, she thought of it as strategic. Almost no one noticed her shift in behaviour towards Park, she was still the happy R4 that was most often sent to deal with difficult patients because they seemed to melt in the palm of her hand. The only other person beside Dana that had noticed that she was acting odd towards Park had been Samira, well she had at least been the only one that had asked her about it.
Sitting at the nurses station she typed away at a chart, trying to keep up with charting as the day progressed, though she knew that Robby would come and snap at her for not taking on another patient any minute now. Glancing at the trauma bay she saw that it was empty now, meaning that Robby would probably materialize at any moment now.
A shadow appeared over her, not even looking up she sighed, closing the chart and gathering her things.
„I am already on my way to the next patient, just trying to stay on top of the charts,“ she mumbled, though the moment she glanced up she felt like she was frozen in place. Park stared down at her, arms crossed over his chest, the muscle of his jaw moving in a soft pulsing motion. She paused in her movements, staring up at him with wide eyes.
„Can I have a word with you?“ he asked, tilting his head to the side, expression more open than it usually was, the stern set of his brow a bit softer and the frown barely visible.
„You can,“ she leaned back in her chair, feeling her heart beating in her mouth, a cold sliver of fear running down her spine as he regarded her. Slowly one of his brows rose, something like irritation filtered over his features before it disappeared again.
„In private,“ he raised his brow a bit more pointedly. She swallowed harshly, glancing over at Dana who seemed to be watching the entire interaction. The charge nurse nodded.
“I‘ll cover for you,“ Dana said as she gave Park a stern glare, something that looked suspiciousely like her „Don‘t fuck this up“ glare that she would give new nurses and med students when they were entrusted with something that might make or break their career.
„Thanks,“ she muttered, rather unhappy that Dana would cover for her, not in the mood to talk to Park. She did not want to talk to him, did not want to be alone with him. Still she got up from the chair, following Park into the stairwell, trailing after him, hoping to make this less awkward.
As they reached the stairwell, right beside the stairs Park crossed and uncrossed his arms a few times. She did not say anything, simply watched him, not really sure what to do or say. The hurt of the words he had thrown at her still fresh, the disappointment in the man she had come to like a lot over her time at the Pitt still simmering inside of her, but she knew that she needed to give people chances to improve.
„I wanted to apologize properly for saying those awful things to you a few weeks ago,“ he started off, his words sounding more sincere than pretty much anything she had ever heard him say. Crossing her arms over her chest she averted her eyes, feeling the tightness in her throat return.
“You don‘t have to accept it, I just wanted to tell you that I really am sorry and would like for things to go back to how they were before…“ he sounded genuinely regretful. She swallowed the question that had been burning on her mind when she lay awake at night not able to sleep slipping past her lips in an almost breathless whisper.
„Did you mean it?“ she asked, hoping that he would understand what she was trying to get at. Her eyes found his and she felt her heart tear a little at his expression.
„No,“ he shook his head, „I didn‘t,“ he ran a hand over his hair. „I was already on edge, I was already annoyed and just wanted to go on with my day. I think the pen thing set me off,“ he paused, „It‘s not an excuse, I know that, and I need to get better with regulating, but I didn‘t mean what I said,“ he paused, his expression still raw as he looked at her, „You are an amazing doctor and are someone that patients and colleagues look toward when they need help,“ he tilted his head to the side.
For a moment she simply looked at him, eyes fixed on his face as she continued to stare at him and mull over the words that had just come from him. The burning in her eyes only intensified, a single tear rolling down her cheek as she looked to the side, biting the inside of her cheek and swallowing hard, not sure what to say.
Sniffing slightly she wiped away the wet trail, he didn‘t move as she ran a hand over her face.
„Okay,“ she nodded, feeling more tears gather in her eyes as she looked at him again, „Okay, I won‘t avoid you anymore, but you can‘t expect me to pretend like you didn‘t say what you did,“ she pressed her jaw shut, trying to figure out how to say what she wanted to, „I liked you, I still do, but I can‘t just…“ she paused, „Forgive you like you never said anything,“ she bit down on her tongue.
„You don‘t have to,“ he nodded, „Thank you for giving me the chance to do better,“ he tilted his head forward, her hand twitched, she wanted to hug him and before she could even think about it she wrapped her arms around his middle. He tensed for a moment before practically melting into the hug, his arms wrapping around her shoulders, his head coming to rest on her head.
She could hear his heartbeat where her head was resting on his chest, it was steady as she stepped away. Giving him a smile and it felt like something in her chest had unravelled, the tight feeling that had been sitting there was slowly beginning to loosen.
„I need to get back to work. See you around,“ she waved at him, a small hope that maybe one day there could be more to them than just colleagues and maybe friends returning as she glanced over her shoulder again, seeing him still standing in the hallway.
The moment someone whose work you admire starts following you and it makes your entire day because you look up to them and their writing and it feels like the biggest honour ever!
Just fyi for anyone interested: my Park x neurosurgeon wife is coming along slowly but surely, just like the highly requested part two for „Between us“ (I might actually have to split everything into three parts if I go through with my idea)
Also I am working on the requests I PROMISE!!! I just haven‘t been feeling too hot so everything is taking a bit longer than expected…
Uni stars again on Monday for me as well so more fics will come but everything will move slower than before, hope you can forgive that
Summary: Meeting a handsome stranger at a club and starting a more or less relationship already sounds like a bad idea, but it turns out to be much worse than originally thought.
Warnings: SMUT, angst (?), open ending, alcohol consumption, piv sex, protected sex, porn with plot, oral sex (fem receiving), power imbalance but they don‘t know, I have no idea what else there needs to be a warning for but Park does not have an appropriate reaction to finding out the person he had been sleeping with is basically his subordinate, barely proof read (in typical fashion for me)
Words: 4.4k
A/N: this was laying around in my drafts almost completely finished so I decided to finish it up real quick and post it tonight. More Park and Shen stuff is in the works atm, but since I have been dealing with constant migranes so writing has been a bit of a pain so forgive the slow updates :(
18+ Minors do not interact!!!
The bass thrummed through the club, bodies pressed together, it smelled faintly of sweat and alcohol. Colourful lights flashed across the room, bathing everything in a sheen of unnatural colour. Somewhere across the dance floor she could see Trin making out with the hot girl that had brought her a drink earlier, pretty brown eyes and pouty lips.
Dennis was sitting across from her at the table, looking like he was battling his fight or flight response the entire time. Always glancing over his shoulder, wringing his fingers. Though the tension in his shoulders had gotten less.
Scanning the crowd she wondered if she could find the man again that had sent her the drink over earlier. Broad shoulders, tall, he had an intensity to him in the way that made him equally interesting and intimidating. Sweeping over the faces and bodies, her gaze caught him again, sitting at the bar, back straight, turning a whisky glass on the counter.
„Are you going to talk to him?“ Dennis asked carefully, though luckily loud enough for her to hear him. It was something Dennis had needed to get used to when they had first taken him clubbing after he had moved in with them.
„I don't know…“ she hummed slightly. He was as, Trin would probably say, the perfect depiction of her type. Older than her, probably in his mid to late thirties, maybe a bit older, sharp features and that lazy grin that looked so good that it felt impossible to believe that it was natural.
While she looked at him he turned his head slightly, looking in her direction, his eyes settling on her, at least that is what it felt like. Then, it was a smooth, unhurried motion, he beckoned her over, a slight quirk to his lips. For a moment something inside of her felt like it was turning, slowly rotating in her stomach. The guilt of leaving Dennis alone at the table gnawing at her insides, while something else was yelling at her to follow his invite.
„Go if you want to,“ Dennis said, it was like he had read her mind. Shooting her roommate a small, thankful smile she got up from the seat, taking the glass of her drink with her. As she got closer to him for the first time in the evening she realised how broad the man truly was, with thick arms and incredibly large hands. Sliding onto the barstool beside him he looked at her, not judgement in his gaze, the only thing she could see was maybe curiosity.
„Brendon,“ he extended his hand, once she had settled, a soft, surprised laugh left her lips. Gingerly taking his hand she introduced herself to him, his grip was firm, but not crushing. His hand was warm and slightly calloused, though not exactly rough, she wondered what he did for work, or if it was lifting weights that got him those callouses.
„And he?“ Brendon nodded in the direction of the table she had come from. His brow raised slightly, again she couldn’t see judgement in his features, only interest. Just like he was trying to get a full picture of the situation before making any decisions. Looking back she saw Whitaker sitting there, his phone in hand, probably reviewing flashcards or texting his mother.
„That is my roommate,“ she hummed, smiling slightly at the man, who nodded, raising the whiskey glass to his lips, no ice in it, neat. Watching his adams apple bob while he swallowed she could now distinguish between the smell of the club and something else, it was cologne, not overwhelming, but warm and musky, pleasant in a way.
„Ah,“ it was more of an acknowledgement of what she had said rather than surprise. „Did you enjoy the drink?“
„I did,“ she smiled slightly tilting her head to the side, curious where this was going to go.
From then on the conversation between them flowed easily: while they spoke she felt like he was vaguely familiar, like she had seen him in passing somewhere before. He was, nice was not the right word for this man, pleasant. Court in his responses, but not unfriendly and he definitely knew what to say so make her blush.
„You can‘t be serious?“ she laughed, grinning at him, feeling like a big idiot for that flutter in her chest. He had told her about a concert he had been to where a woman had used him as a stepstool to get a better view without even asking first.
He tilted his head to the side slightly, a small smirk on his lips, for a moment her eyes fluttered to his lips and back to his eyes. They had been leaning closer during the conversation and the space between them had gotten minimal.
Then his hand brushed her thigh, it was careful as if silently asking for permission first, when she did not pull away he placed it down. His finger tracing small patterns in an almost absentminded way, thought from what she had seen from him so far nothing he did was without thinking about it first.
There had been small, lingering touches during the entire conversation, her brushing his arm, him gently moving her hair or a hand brushing down her back. It was starting to rile her up. Worse were the moments he would lean in and murmur something in her ear, voice low and gentle as he spoke.
For a moment she contemplated breaking the silence that had settled between them, but decided to take another route, slowly leaning in further. She could see the moment it registered in his mind what she was doing: his eyes darkened slightly and the corner of his lips quirked up.
In the end she wasn‘t sure who had crossed the rest of the distance but their lips met, it was slow and his movements were deliberate. His hand stayed on her tight, his fingers digging into the flesh while the other one cradled the base of her skull gently.
While their lips moved together, his teeth caught her lower lip from time to time, grazing it, sending small jolts of electricity down her spine.
As they pulled away they did not pull away far, their noses still brushed slightly with their breathing.
Brendon did not waste time after catching his breath, kissing her again, this time his tongue traced her lips slipping between them with ease. Tingles gathered in her lower back, travelling forward and downward. A quiet gasp left her lips as he hummed against her lips, it felt like it rattled her skull in the best way possible.
Pulling away this time felt like a challenge, breathing heavily she knew that she probably looked wrecked. A small smirk danced around the corners of his mouth as he looked at her, his eyes still having that hungry shimmer in them, like he had smelled blood and knew that there was more waiting for him.
„How about we go somewhere quiet?“ he raised his brow in question, she nodded eagerly in response. They both got up, she already missed the way his hand had felt on her thigh, though the moment he stood one hand found the small of her back. As she was about to head for the exit he caught her arm.
„Not so fast, tell your friends you are leaving with me,“ the words sounded foreign and strange for a moment then her mouth fell open slightly, mildly taken aback by the fact that he had not only remembered she was there with people, but also encouraged her to tell them.
“I’ll be back in a second,” she nodded, heading back to the table where Dennis was still sitting alone, Trinity probably still on the dance floor. The moment she approached the table Dennis looked up from his phone.
“I’m gonna be heading out,” she gave Dennis a meaningful glance, he nodded slightly jerkily, though she could see that he was not uncomfortable.
“Do you have your location turned on?” he asked, looking at her, his eyes wide and filled with something she could not entirely place.
“Yes,” she nodded, “I’ll call if anything happens,” she smiled at him, Dennis nodded, giving her a thumbs up as she looked at him again for a moment.
“See you later,” Dennis murmured, returning the sentiment she headed back towards the exit, seeing Brendon standing in the exact same place he had been standing before. As she reached him he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her flush against him, a quiet squeak left her lips as he kissed her again, though pulled away again quicker than before.
Heading out of the club he led her towards a black Audi, it was sleek and fit him incredibly well. Though for a moment she hesitated as he unlocked the car and opened the passenger door for her.
„Everything okay?“ he asked, tilting his head to the side. She had seen him drink, she was not sure how much he had had. It would probably ruin the mood if she asked him, but she needed to know otherwise she would order them an Uber or something, but would not want to drive with someone under the influence.
„Yeah, just…How much did you have to drink?“ she asked carefully, looking at him, then nodding at the car. A soft laugh escaped his lips as, not mocking, it almost sounded proud as he squeezed her hand.
“Smart girl,“ that sent shiver down her spine, „I had the glass,“ he answered, nodding she slid onto the passenger seat. The leather of the seat was smooth and cool to the touch, leaning back she looked at the interior, realising that the cost of this car would probably put a considerable dent into her debt, but decided that now was definitely the time to ignore that.
He rounded the car, getting into the driver‘s seat, starting the car and the engine purred to life. The drive to his place was short, probably only about ten minutes or so and still filled with conversation. His hand had come to rest on her thigh again, continuing the patterns he had already drawn on her leg.
She almost let out a small gasp as he pulled into an underground parking deck of a building that looked like it was straight out of a TV show, large glass fronts and electrical key cards. The parking deck was filled with expensive cars that definitely showed off.
As the car stood Brendon unbuckled her seatbelt with a quick motion only to do so for himself and get out of the car. Smiling to herself she was about to open the door of the car as he pulled it open.
„Scared I scratch it?“ she asked, a small, teasing smirk on her lips as she got out of the car, standing closer to him than was strictly necessary.
„No,“ he hummed, his hand coming up to caress her side, she wrapped one arm around his neck in a smooth motion, pulling him down to her to kiss him again, it was almost addictive, the way he moved his lips like he had all the time in the world and yet there was a certain urgency and hunger behind it that send a shiver down her spine.
As he pulled away his lips brushed over her cheek, down her jaw and came to a halt at her neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there.
„Let‘s go upstairs,“ he murmured softly against her skin, pulling her along as excitement began brewing in her stomach.
The moment the door to his apartment closed and both of them had toed their shoes off he was on her, hands on her ass as he crashed their lips together again. Her first found its way into his shirt, clutching it tightly, pulling him closer as their lips met in heated open mouthed kisses. She chased his lips as he pulled away, his lips finding her neck, pressing open mouthed kisses against the column of her throat, biting into the flesh, not enough to hurt, but enough to send jolts of electricity straight to her core. A quiet whimper left her lips as he bit down once more, suckling slightly on the skin.
Pushing up his shirt as he continued his assault on her neck she traced the lines of his stomach, raking her nails over his abs, which earned her a groan against her neck. Gasping slightly she arched into his touch as he pushed up her own shirt palming her breasts through the bra.
Tugging on his shirt slightly he helped her discard it in the hallway, though he moved quickly afterwards making her yelp out in surprise, a laugh escaping her as he threw her over his shoulder. Her ass beside his face as he carried her down the hall.
Gently he lowered her on the bed, though his hands found her shirt and pulled it off right away. Climbing on top of her he continued his assault on her neck and now chest. With a flick he unclasped her bra, pulling it off her chest and throwing it across the room. His mouth attached to her breast immediately, open mouthed, wet kisses planet on them, nipping at the skin there as well and sinking his teeth into the flesh of her underboob before taking her nipple into his mouth.
„Fuck,“ she whined, grinding her hips against his where he was slotted between her legs. She could feel the wetness pooling between her legs and the hardness of him. One of her hands found its way into his hair, holding onto his head while the other dug into his shoulder. Trying to hold back her gasps every time their hips ground together at the right angle to brush her clit she pressed her lips together.
“Don‘t,“ he hummed against the valley of her breasts, the hand that had been splayed on her waist now tracing down her sides to her pants, popping open the button and gently stroking her hips. „Don‘t hold back, you sound so pretty,“ he hummed, kissing her again. It was sloppier than before, less controlled, though still intense, their tongues moved together in a steady rhythm. As he drew away he kneeled at the end of the bed, gently pulling her in his direction.
Her pants were pulled off along with her panties in one smooth motion, a squeak escaped her at that, though she laughed slightly the moment his eyes landed on her again. He tilted his head, slightly pulling her into a seated position, as he kissed her again. Pulling away she watched him for a moment.
„I‘ll be back,“ he hummed softly before disappearing through a door, she could hear water running and for a moment she was confused, but as he came back seeing that his hands were still slightly wet it dawned on her, feeling the pulsing between her legs only get stronger again.
He moved quickly his lips against hers as he slowly kneeled in front of her. She still had herself propped up on the bed with one arm, sitting upright as he kneeled between her legs, lips on her stomach and where her thigh met her hip. Hands splayed on her legs she gingerly took his wrist, he let as he continued the open mouthed kisses on her body, sending shiver after shiver through her.
Placing soft kisses on his fingers she carefully took his ring and middle finger into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the digits as she coated them with her own saliva, gently sucking on them. Brendon let out a groan as she continued, though finally his mouth found her core, his nose brushed her clit as he licked a broad slow stripe from her hole upwards.
A groan tore from her throat as he continued, broad licks and open mouthed kisses made her whimper and whine as he ate her out. It was slow at first, his tongue only teasing her clit from time to time, but as he seemed to get a feeling of what she liked it grew more intense, sharp sucks on her clit and his tongue diving into her hole from time to time, the groans that left her whenever she would tug at his hair sending jolts of pleasure through her.
„Fuck, Bren,“ she whined, „Feels so good,“ she bucked her hips against his face, not able to keep herself upright anymore she laid on her back, grinding into his mouth. She could feel him draw away slightly, then the pressure of his finger slowly sliding into her made her clench around him. Groaning softly she rocked her hips into the motion as he curled his finger inside of her, finding her g-spot without much trouble. His mouth was back on her in no time, suckling, licking and kissing, a second finger entered her at some point and she could feel the coil in her stomach getting tighter, as he pressed his other hand on her lower stomach at the same time as he curled his fingers her vision went white, the coil building quicker and quicker, threatening to snap as he continued what he was doing, the same rhythm, same tempo.
“Just like that,“ she whined, back arching slightly as she ground into him, „Fuck, I‘m gonna,“ she moaned rocking against him, feeling the wave of pleasure growing steadily, „I‘m gonna cum,“ she whined, a humm that sounded vaguely satisfied against her clit send her over the edge. A shrill sound that was a mixture of a whine and a moan left her lips, the coil in her stomach snapping as she felt her legs shake and walls spasm. Brendon didn‘t stop until she had gone limb, gently withdrawing his fingers from her and placing more open mouthed kisses on her inner thigh. It felt like she was swimming in a haze of pleasure, everything slightly blurry around the edges in a good way.
„You okay?“ he hummed softly, suddenly appearing beside her with a glass of water in hand, sitting down on the bed beside her he propped her up against him, gently holding the glass to her lips, which she greedily accepted, feeling some droplets escape her and roll down her chin and neck.
„Yeah,“ she nodded, the fire in her core still not subsided, she craved him, wanted to feel him inside of her, wanting to have him fuck her, as she had finished the water she caught his face with one hand, kissing him deeply, it was slower again, stroking that remaining fire as his hand found her waist gently she hummed against his lips.
„Need you, Bren,“ she whined softly, she did not have to say that twice. He got up, put the glass to the side and pushed off his pants, freeing his cock from it‘s confines. It felt like someone had drawn the air out of her lungs as she saw him, he was beautiful, licking her lips slightly she reached out as he climbed on the bed, stroking him a few times before Brendon pulled away slightly.
„Turn around,“ he hummed, she obeyed, turning on her stomach. Brendon grabbed her hip, pulling it up slightly, she understood what he wanted, her pulling her legs upwards her thighs met her stomach and sides, ass in the air. „You look gorgeous like this,“ he hummed, running his fingers through her wet pussy. She heard some crinkling as one his hands gently caressed her thigh. Then she felt him press against her. A quiet whimper left her lips as he slowly eased into her, shallow thrusts at first, moving deeper with every movement. When he bottomed out a whine left her lips, rocking her hips against him slightly, enjoying the fullness and the intense pressure from the position.
„Fuck,“ she panted, feeling his hands grasp her waist and hip tightly he began to move, slower at first, setting a rhythm that was pleasent though sped up. The sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room along with her groans, every time he pushed inside of her the tip of his cock hit her g-spot.
His grip on her was hard and she knew that it would probably leave bruises, but that turned her on even more, meeting his thrusts she whined, feeling that pressure in her stomach tighten again. Her own hand reached for her clit, circling it in the rhythm of his thrusts.
Suddenly he pulled her up, her back flush with his chest as he continued to plow into her. His mouth connected to her neck, teeth sinking into the flesh again every now and again, one arm wrapped around her waist to keep her steady against him, the other found her clit, teasing it in the same rhythm she had used.
Clenching around him she felt the coil in her stomach tighten, with every sharp thrust of his hips and every brush against her clit she could feel herself barrelling closer to the edge.
„Could fuck you every night like this,“ he groaned as he disconnected his lips from her shoulder, turning her head she kissed him, it was sloppy and his thrusts began to falter, slightly losing the rhythm, but not any of the intensity.
A whimper left her lips at the thought, being fucked like this regularly. The second orgasm hit her like a brick, a scream of his name left her lips, the coil in her stomach did not unravel, it snapped, clenching around him like a vise he continued to fuck her through it, her vision went white and she felt herself go limp again. She felt his movement stutter at some point, stopping as he lowered her, then himself on the bed, carefully slipping out of her.
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That one night had somehow turned into many. Sometimes when she was fed up with Dennis and Trinity or one of them she would text Brendon, ask him if it was okay if she came over after work. It didn‘t always end in sex, but often did and yet there was something between them more than just physical attraction.
At least that was how she saw things. Brendon and her never actually talked about it. He would cook for them and hold her when she needed it, never pushing her to talk or do anything else. Still she would not ask what they were, too afraid of the answer. She had come to enjoy what he freely gave her and would not try and force a label on it.
Do you want to eat Bibimbap or try that zucchini lemon pasta recipe you sent me?
A small smile grew on her lips at the message. For a moment she thought about it. Though before she could answer someone cleared their throat beside her.
„Don‘t you have something to do?“ Robby asked, she turned her head towards him, slipping the phone back into the pocket of her scrubs.
„Yes sorry,“ she mumbled, mildly annoyed as she headed towards the computer, looking through the imaging and sending it to ortho for their files.
„Ortho consult is coming down now!“ Dana announced, she stepped away from the computer, following Robby into the trauma bay. Dennis was still sitting there, looking at the patient whose arm had been cut off during a work accident.
It was rare that ortho actually came down for consults and since she had been working at the Pitt she had only met one of the attendings.
She did not see the person that came in at first. Thought it felt like the entire trauma bay stilled, the movement continued, but the soft chatter was gone, a heavy blanket of silence
„Park,“ Robby greeted, tone clipped and professional, turning around to see who exactly caused that shift in atmosphere. She felt like someone punched her in the gut. Nausea hit her as she saw the man standing in the trauma bay.
Brendon, in purple scrubs with his hair slicked back and a severity on his face she had never seen before. It felt like the room was getting smaller as his eyes landed on her, his eyebrow twitched, expression shifting slightly. He was as surprised to see her here as she was.
He circled the patient, once, twice, then looked at Garcia.
„X-rays?“ He tilted his head to the side, and the woman moved quickly showing him the x-ray that had been taken earlier, the x-ray she had sent to ortho just a few moments ago.
A hum from him. „Where is the amputated limb?“ he asked, looking in the general direction she and Robby were standing in.
„Over there, double bagged on ice. Inner bag sterile saline, outer bag ice water,“ her own voice sounded foreign in her ears as he nodded heading to the bags before unpacking the leg.
Then he said her name, he seemed to blink a moment longer after that, like he had just made a mistake. It hit her that moment, they had never officially met, there was no way he knew her name professionally. Garcia let out a sound that she could not place, but it sounded like surprise.
„What are prerequisites for a successful replantation?“ he asked while looking at the arm. As she stared at him she wondered if he was fucking with her or not, but as he raised his eyebrow expectantly she realised that he was being serious.
Answering his question he nodded after she finished talking. Putting the arm back into the bags he looked at her with intense focus.
“Replantation is a go, I’ll book an OR. Irrigate with three liters,” he said, strutting out of the room again. The moment he had left the room the reality of the situation hit her: she had been sleeping with an attending.
The patient had been wheeled up to the OR shortly after. While everyone returned to normal it felt like she was dragging around a bag of bricks the entire time.
Glancing at her phone again after what felt like ages, kind of hoping for a message from Brendon that said: I never want to see you again, what the hell, she saw a completely different message from him.
This stays between us, but you still have to pick what we are going to eat for dinner.
And somehow that message was far worse than anything she could have ever expected.
Hii, i was wondering if you can make this about shen
Shen got injured in the er and they called his emergency contact aka his secret wife (reader).
Yes, yes, yes, yes. I am such a sucker for secret relationships and the injured trop! It is just always so satisfying and ahhhh. I loved writing this and had so much fun with it! I also hope I captured what you were looking for… but I feel like I kind of drifted off a little, but I did my best to keep close to the request!
Wife surprise
Pairing: John Shen x reader
Summary: Shen is assaulted during his shift and the night shift meets his emergency contact.
Warnings: assault of healthcare workers, angst, fluff, married couple, Pitt crew being nosy
Words: 2.2k
DISCLAIMER: PICTURE JUST FOR AESTHETIC PURPOSES NOT MEANT TO DESCRIBE READER
The drunk cohort of men had come into the ED at around 1 a.m., none of the night shift crew had been happy about it. They were rowdy and rude, not the pleasant giggly drunks that sometimes came into the ED when one of them had stumbled and twisted their ankle. No, they were aggressive and disruptive, the moment Shen had understood that those men were not going to be any calmer he had pulled all the female staff off the case, deciding that he would not risk getting them assaulted if he could help it. The risk of any of the women getting assaulted would be higher than if a man was treating the guy.
One of them had an incredibly deep cut on his forehead, something that they would definitely staple, however Shen had wanted to wait a little bit with it in hopes of having him sober up at least a little. At least that was something that usually worked in getting people like that to calm down slightly. Though as he came back into the room he realised that the patient and his companions had only gotten more brash and aggressive after the wait.
They had greeted him with angry shouts and grunts, one of them kicking the bed his friend laid on. Shen watched them carefully, not happy with how this was going or how they were behaving even in the slightest.
„I am sorry for the long wait,“ he really wasn‘t, there were other patients that needed tending to and he might have also taken a quick bathroom break. Still he could at least try to appease these men slightly and not make them even angrier than they already were.
„Yeah, yeah, same shit y‘all always say,“ the man with the head laceration muttered. For a moment he considered leaving again to get someone else in the room with him, but he wanted to have them out of the ED as soon as possible now that he realised sobriety did not make them any more pleasant.
After that it happened so quickly and unprovoked that he had no time to react or even understand what happened. As he rounded the bed one of his patient‘s friends shot up from his chair and punched him in the face. Pain blossomed through his entire cheek and deeply into his skull, a sickening crack came from somewhere and he hit the ground, everything spinning and turning, not even able to catch himself as he tumbled.
People were shouting and sharp pain and another sickening crack followed as a boot connected to his stomach once. Ringing started in his ears as he felt the cool floor beneath them. There was blood, it had to be his for sure, but somehow the entire situation did not feel real at all. Someone had pulled the man back though he was not sure who it was. The voices around him were dulled down, almost like people were talking through cotton to him.
Someone said something to him, the ringing got less in his ears. Blinking slowly he saw Mateo talking to him. Kneeling by his side, a hand placed on his shoulder as the nurse‘s lips moved but none of them registered in his mind.
„We are going to get you into a wheelchair now,“ Those were the first words that registered again, words that somehow felt extremely surreal. Mateo and Kyle helped him into a wheelchair, around him everything felt clearer again, not only the sounds and everything he could see, but also the pain. Sharp stabbing in his stomach and the throbbing pain in his head that felt like someone was trying to pry his skull open with pliers.
“Lena is calling someone for you,“ Mateo said as they wheeled Shen out of the room and towards the nurses station. The movement of everything around him was sickening, closing his eyes he took a deep breath, trying to quell the nausea. At those words he took another deep breath, knowing that the person listed as his emergency contact was probably already sound asleep and loose her mind the moment the hospital called.
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The sound that pulled her out of her sleep was not her alarm. It was definitely not her alarm. That would sound completely different. That was her ringtone, reaching over to her nightstand; she picked up the call, deciding that it had to be important if whoever was calling her was calling at this hour of the night.
„Lena Handzo speaking, I am the charge nurse for PTMC‘s emergency department,“ all sleep that had still been clouding her mind was completely erased at those words. John‘s work never called her. Sitting up straight in bed she felt worry seeping into the pit of her stomach, quickly saying her name she held her breath, hoping that everything was okay. That this was just some kind of bad joke John had thought off and that they were not calling her for anything serious.
„You are the emergency contact for one of our physicians, John Shen?“ the nurse sounded worried, but also slightly confused, something that did not surprise her at all. She knew that they had never met her before and that John kept their relationship rather private from his colleagues.
„Yes, that is right. Did something happen?“ she asked, pulling the blanket off her legs and starting the frantic search for a bra, finding one she put the nurse on speaker.
“He was assaulted by one of the patients“ she answered the question, dread washed over her as she heard those words. Her sweet, kind, husband was assaulted by some jackass at work.
“I will be there in twenty minutes,“ she said quickly, hanging up on the nurse before she could say anything else. Pulling off her sleep shirt, putting on the bra and slipping back into her sleep shirt before picking up the phone again. Heading towards the hallway, putting on a jacket and slipping into shoes she grabbed her car keys, apartment keys and phone she practically jumped down the stairs of the apartment, running towards her car, heart racing and sick with worry. The words of the nurse continued to echo in her mind. Assaulted. It had been so vague. Was he alright? Would he need longer treatment? The spiral did not stop on the way to the hospital.
She made it to PTMC in record time, probably going fast enough to give John a heart attack if he ever heard she drove like that. Parking the car she headed towards the entrance of the emergency department heart still pounding.
The waiting room smelled like sweat and people as she entered an unpleasant mixture if she was honest. Quickly heading towards the front desk, worry still gnawing at her insides as she stepped up to the window. The waiting room wasn‘t as packed as she thought it would be, but also not as empty as she had hoped for the night shift team.
An older woman sat behind the glass, tall and lanky, her grey hair tied into a tight knot at the back of her neck, a pair of glasses perched on top of her nose as she looked at her with pursed lips.
„I am here for John Shen, the charge nurse called me,“ she could feel her heart beating in her mouth. Hands shaking as the woman nodded, giving her a sympathetic smile. Those words almost felt foreign as she said them.
„Just head over to those double doors, darling, I am going to buzz you in,“ she said in a soft tone. Quickly heading over to said double doors she could feel the impatience growing, just wanting to see that he was alright.
At the buzz she pressed the doors open and headed into the emergency department. It was loud, not a pleasant environment, people running around, shouting for something and machines beeping, though she already saw what her goal would be: a station at the center of the chaos.
She had never been in the ED before. John had been rather insistent on her not coming to visit him at work, telling her that it was not an environment she would like in the slightest and he had been completely right. This was not something she enjoyed at all, too hectic, too loud, too bright.
„Hey,“ she introduced herself to an older woman standing at one of the computers, not sure what she was supposed to do. It was rare that she felt completely helpless, but right now she definitely did. Breathing was becoming harder as she saw people looking at her, the interest evident on their faces.
„Hey, I am Lena, we talked on the phone,“ the woman said, „Just so you know, he is okay. A companion of a patient punched him. He just came back from getting his x-ray taken and CT scan, he is in central four, I can take you there if you would like.“ Lena said softly, looking at her with keen interest. Nodding vigorously she felt the tension that had been building in her shoulders since the phone call ease a little at last.
„Please,“ she nodded, just wanting to see how he was doing. Wringing her hands together she looked at the woman who pushed her glasses up on her head.
„But just for the record…your relationship to Dr. Shen is what exactly?“ Lena asked, she was mildly taken aback by the question. She thought that John had to have told them about her at least even if he kept their relationship private.
„I am his wife,“ she said, staring at Lena with uneasiness growing in her stomach. The woman simply nodded, ushering her to follow her to one of the rooms. It was close to the hub and she saw John laying on the bed, head resting on a pillow, an ice pack pressed to his face while one of the nurses talked to him.
„Got someone here for you,“ Lena said, a small smile on her lips. She hurried to John‘s side, taking his free hand, giving him a quick once over. There were remnants of dried blood on his lips and around his nose. Under the ice pack she could see the faint outline of a bruise forming, otherwise he looked alright.
„Hey, baby,“ John smiled at her, her heart breaking a little as she saw him there. He looked absolutely exhausted, the bags under his eyes more prominent than usual and his hair all mussed.
„Hey,“ she gently brushed his hair back, feeling how her hands were still shaking, the worry not really easing even if she could see him now, see that he was alright.
„She can stay as long as she would like, Shen‘s wife,“ Lena said to the nurse that had been talking to her husband before. A certain hint of amusement in her voice as she spoke to the other nurse.
„Wife?“ the nurse sounded surprised, eyes flickering over to her as she continued to stroke his head. She was slightly surprised that John had not told any of his colleagues about her, however she knew that this was not a conversation to have now.
„Just a concussion and a black eye, nothing worse, got a nasty bruise on my stomach where he kicked me,“ John mumbled as he pressed a gentle kiss to the inside of her wrist. Staring at him for a moment she wasn‘t sure how he could be so casual about it, but maybe it was just his way of dealing with it all. Cradling his cheek in her hand she tilted her head to the side.
„Just? God, John you are not going back to work tonight,“ she gently began stroking his cheek, trying to soothe herself. She knew that him working in healthcare was always a risk, but she had never believed that he would actually get assaulted by one of his patients. This felt like straight out of a nightmare and bad TV show at the same time.
„You are not the first person to say that to me,“ he laughed, nuzzling his face into the palm of her hand. Shaking her head as a breathy laugh escaped her lips. Glancing up she saw a group of nurses and also from the looks of it doctors gathered at the station, all of them staring into the room, smiling to herself she turned back to John, taking a seat on the chair.
“Well, then maybe you should listen,“ she hummed, smiling at John, who also looked down at her, a small smile on his lips. He looked like he was about to fall asleep, but the way he looked at her made her want to pull him close to her and never let go of him ever again.
„Maybe I should, best for me probably, otherwise no one is going to stop bothering me about me keeping you quiet or getting punched by a patient,“ he hummed, the visible part of his face taking on the same fond expression he had worn on their wedding day.
„Well, maybe patients also don‘t want to be treated by a doctor with a big fat black eye,“ she raised her eyebrow at him, smiling softly as she leaned back in the chair, just glad that he was alright. „And maybe that part about you keeping me quiet will come to bite you in the ass sooner rather than later anyways.“
„Touché,“ he hummed, gently squeezing her hand as she stroked his knuckles, just glad that he was alright.
Can you please write something about reader crushing on him but he’s so nonchalant he doesn’t notice and gets jealous when the nurses talk about her crush on an attending (maybe he thinks it’s Robby or Abbot)
I 100% agree that there is a severe lack of Shen x reader fics out here! I had so much fun writing it and was basically screaming at my document form time to time because I was like: don‘t you realise you like each other idiots!!!! Yeah, so it was a pleasure to write this! Also the POV shift happens after the second „part“ so we get a glimpse into each of their heads 🤭😉
Understanding misunderstandings
Pairing: John Shen x R2!reader
Summary: Shen watches his favourite resident talk to Robby before shift change, later he hears the nurses gossiping about her crush on an attending. He comes to the only logical conclusion: she has a crush on Robby.
Warnings: misunderstandings, angst, fluff, jealous!Shen, idiots in love, getting together, awkward interactions, humour, mentions of skin picking
Words: 3.4k
Shen watched her from across the hub, his coffee sitting forgotten beside him. She was talking with Robby, a big smile on her face as she gestured around in the air, her laugh easily carrying through the ED. He could also see Robby laughing, running his hand over the back of his neck.
Something inside of him twinged at the sight, something sharp and bitter. He had always thought of her as his resident: as his to mentor and teach. She had started as an intern just a short time after he had gotten the position as attending physician, her first day had been the MCI. An event like that would have probably rattled most interns to their core and she, when he had called her, told her she needed to come in early due to a mass casualty event, had simply told him that she would be leaving as quickly as she could. During the entire thing she had been collected, following protocols and keeping an eye on everything like almost no one else.
Afterwards, when everything had cleared and their regular shift had started, Shen had realised that it was not just something she had been able to do for the MCI, no that was how she operated. Kind, open minded and incredible at her job, it was almost like she was able to file away information quicker than the rest of them.
Almost one year now they have worked together. She was no longer an intern, but an R2 and he knew that next years would simply continue to torture him.
John remembered the first time he had met her outside of the hospital: it had been at Ellis’ birthday party and it had taken everything in him not to gawk at her. She had looked amazing in her outfit and the low light of the bar, eyes shimmering softly and glossing over the more cocktails she drank. When she had started leaning over and whispering into his ear something inside of him had crawled to light, he had not done anything, but he had realised at that exact moment that he was done for.
He continued to watch as Robby laughed now, shaking his head as she grinned at the older man, her eyes shining with something that made John’s heart crack a little, not that he would ever admit that, but it broke something in him. Watching her laugh with Robby like this was not uncommon, but today it seemed to be different, today it felt different.
Some small part of him had clung to the hope that maybe she liked him. It had been fuelled by how she always stuck to his side during hectic shifts or how she would come and look for him by the end of a particularly rough shift, asking if he was alright. She remembered his exact coffee order and would always order one for him if she ordered herself coffee, never expecting anything in return, she would bring him food from the break room during shifts where he had not eaten anything. Still as he watched the interaction he felt the hope that those things had meant something slowly drift away.
Robby placed a hand on her shoulder, she laughed again, something inside of Shen began rearing its head, green and ugly. If he wasn’t at work and had spent a lot of time building the persona of someone that cared very little about the situation he was in he would have probably stormed over there at that exact moment and asked to talk to her. Yet he stayed rooted in his spot, waiting for the conversation to finish and her to come over to him, a big smile on her face.
“Hey,“ she approached him, „Fancy seeing you here,“ leaning against the nurses station her eyes travelled to the board. Shen watched her for a moment, wondering what she and Robby had talked about for her to laugh like that, what had warranted Robby touching her shoulder.
„Hey, never seen you around,“ he hummed, a small smile on his lips as well, now also turning to look at the board. A small laugh came from her as he finished the greeting. As he was about to ask her what the conversation with Robby had been about Cassie approached them.
“Ready to do hand-offs?“ she asked, looking absolutely exhausted as she crossed her arms over her chest. Both Shen and his resident nodded, though the question of what exactly the conversation with Robby had been about continued to burn in his mind.
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The shift had been hell so far, they were not even half way through yet and he just wanted to collapse in bed.
They had been swamped with the back up of the day shift and it felt like nothing was moving upstairs. Of course at some point there had been a motor vehicle collision, car vs. motorcycle, making them need as many people on deck as possible. Even through the chaos of the shift he had not been able to let go of that conversation between her and Robby. She still stuck to him, still asked for his advice, but somehow it all felt hollow.
He leaned against the nurses station for a moment of respite, a pounding headache settling behind his eyes, pulling deeper into his skull like two long needles being shoved through his eyesockets. John started nursing the coffee that had now become considerably warmer, the condensation leaving a wet spot on the counter.
„I mean it is painfully obvious at this point,“ Kira, one of the nurses sighed, John kept his eyes closed, hoping that if he did he might feel a bit more human after his short break. Deciding to focus on the conversation instead of the bustle of the ED around them he continued to listen.
„Yeah, but it‘s still a crush on an attending, that's not the kind of thing you can allow yourself as an R2, especially not trying to confess those feelings,“ Lena clicked her tongue though her tone held a certain playfulness. He wondered for a moment what or rather who they were talking about. There were not that many R2‘s at the Pitt and he wondered if it might be someone from surgery they were talking about. Then her name fell, his resident, they were talking about her, not some resident that he did not know or honestly cared very little about. That made John perk up, his focus now completely on the conversation between the two nurses, hoping to get a bit more information about the situation.
„I know, but she might as well just say something, it is so painfully obvious that she likes him! I mean have you seen how she looks at him?“ Kira sighed heavily. John felt like breathing began getting harder, that every time he tried to draw in air something was blocking it. His thoughts drifted back to that evening, the way she had grinned at Robby, the way he had touched her shoulder, it made the ugly, green beast in his chest start clawing at his ribs.
„I have seen it and believe me I think it's almost close to a miracle that he hasn‘t realised,“ Lena hummed in response. He ran a hand over his face, they were probably talking about Robby. It was obvious that she liked him, with the way she had grinned at him and had talked to him during shift change rather regularly now even though she did not need to.
Taking a long breath he reminded himself that this was not right, he had no right to be jealous because she had feelings for someone else. She did not belong to him and they were not even a couple, still something inside of him was screaming, screaming that this wasn‘t right, that she was his resident.
„Hey, I got you one of the good chocolate protein bars,“ a soft voice, her voice, came from beside him. „And some water, you have been drinking too much coffee,“ she said softly. He could hear her setting down something, probably the protein bar then with a clunk, the water. Prying his eyes open he looked at her, the headache slowly getting better as the coffee started to take effect.
„Me? Too much coffee?“ he huffed, „Never,“ carefully picking up the mug with the water he took a few sips. „Thank you,“ he gave her a tight nod, looking over her face he realised she looked dead tired. Her hair was also a mess and he could see the way her hands shook that she had probably either not had enough to eat or the adrenaline from the last trauma was beginning to wear off.
„Have you eaten anything?“ he asked carefully, watching as she leaned against the nurses station, eyes now searching for the board, flickering over the numbers, patients and symptoms.
„Yeah, just ate when I went to the breakroom anyways,“ she hummed, eyes still fixed on the board. Shen wondered again, now more than before, what she had been talking about with Robby. Deciding that he might as well ask, use the good relationship they had formed to break his heart even further.
„So… what did you and Robby talk about earlier?“ he asked, deciding that he might as well be upfront about it. She snorted, shaking her head, this was not the reaction he had expected.
“I asked him about giving me the number of his mechanic buddy,“ she shook her head, „After I told a friend of mine that one of the attendings fixed up a motorcycle they wanted all the details. Horribly embarrassing to have to ask Robby about all that stuff I have no idea about and just pretend I understand even an ounce of what he is saying," she shook her head, biting her lips slightly she snorted again, „I mean its kind of awkward having to go up to him and talk to him all the time.“
„So, you‘ve been asking him about the motorcycle?“ Shen felt a bit dumbfounded, then again he thought about the way she had laughed, it had not sounded entirely free, it had sounded a bit uncomfortable or maybe he was beginning to hallucinate or delude himself.
„Yeah, my friend kept pestering me about it,“ she shuddered slightly, shaking her head with an annoyed huff. „He could have told me it was rocket science and I would have believed him,“ she huffed again.
He couldn‘t help but smile at that, glancing at the board as well now and realising that there were still way too many patients for comfort at this time of night still left to be treated. Even though he now knew he was still not sure that Robby wasn‘t the person Kira and Lena had been referring to. The beast in his chest had clawed its way up, taking control of his mouth before he could even think twice about it.
„You and Robby have been talking a lot about motorcycles, you are not gonna leave me for him are you?“ he asked. It was meant to come out as a joke, it was meant to come out light and funny, but his words had a certain gravity behind them that they were not supposed to.
He had never seen her move so fast, her head snapping to the side, eyes wide, mouth slightly agape. Besides the tiredness, clear surprise and shock were written across her face, like he had just told her something so utterly outrageous that it might as well be a joke.
„I would never leave you,“ after those words left her lips her eyes went even wider than they had been before. „I gotta go,“ heading off she disappeared into one of the patient rooms before he was even able to say anything. Staring after her he was not entirely sure what had just happened or how to interpret it, but something inside of him twisted again, not angry and green, but something softer, like a flower beginning to straighten after a hailstorm.
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She stood by her locker, staring at the pictures she had taped into the door. There were pictures of her and Shen; her and Ellis; her and Abbot; as well as all of them together, Henderson was also there as well as the nurses. Over her time at the Pitt she had grown to love the nightshift crew. Grown fond of the more eccentric characters like the night shift surgery residents and found that those people had somehow become her family.
Her eyes found the picture of her and Shen again, he was giving her a piggy back ride, her sunglasses had been pushed up on her head that day, with one hand she was holding up a piece sign, grinning brightly into the camera. It had been rather recent, a picture she treasured, a memory she treasured if she was honest. They had been out and about, her, Shen, Ellis and a few of the younger night shift nurses. After a while she had started to complain, jokingly, that her feet were starting to hurt, then Shen had offered her a piggy back ride, something she had not been able to refuse. Their relationship was good and she had probably just fucked it up by telling him that she was never going to leeave him, words she knew would haunt her for at least the next few shifts if not longer.
It was a stupid crush, something she had been telling herself for the last eight months at least. Of course she had been infatuated by the way he had handled that MCI with so much grace and been able to still remain suave and almost aloof through the pressure of it all. Though it had only gotten worse after that, seeing that he cared deeply about his patients, that he was incredibly smart and could remain calm under pressure, but also knew when to have fun were things that had drawn her to him in a way.
„Hey, everything okay?“ he asked, turning around she could see him standing behind her, already in his street clothes again, the light blue hoodie she had seen him wear multiple times at this point and the pair of loose fitted grey jeans both Ellis and her had convinced him to buy.
„Yeah, just thinking about something, nothing important,“ she waved him off, closing the locker again, hoping that she would hear his footsteps when she fumbled with her backpack.
„Do you need a ride home?“ he asked. She froze, turning her head slowly, feeling her heart beating out of her chest as she saw him standing there, hands tucked in the pockets of his pants.
„Uhm…“ she swallowed, usually she would never refuse a ride home from him, it was nice to not have to walk from the hospital and chat with him, but right now she wasn’t sure if she wanted to be alone with him. “I’m…” she paused, watching his expression. He looked curious even though she could see how tired he was. “That would be nice, thank you,” she smiled at him, sighing slightly as she thought about having to walk through the morning rush. Trotting after him towards the employee parking deck she picked at the skin around her nails slightly, trying to relieve some stress.
As they got into the ancient Opel Corsa, a car she knew only ran on hopes and prayers, she could feel her nervousness return, trying to shove away what she had said to Shen at the nurses station.
After the first few minutes of the drive and awkward silence, something that was incredibly rare for them she swallowed hard. Thinking about a way to break that tension, wanting things to go back to how they usually were.
“I’m sorry I said something about your thing with Robby, shouldn’t have done that,” Shen spoke before she could even think about saying something smart. It took her off guard, she had expected many things, she had thought that there might be a lecture regarding inappropriate workplace relationships or something else, but this had not been on the list of things she had imagined Shen might say to her.
“My thing…” she repeated, “With Robby…” she stared at him for a moment. Not even sure how to respond to that in the slightest. “There is no thing with Robby,” she frowned, mildly confused and slightly speechless.
“Okay…” Shen continued looking at the road, his hands gripping the wheel of the car tightly while they continued down the street. She wondered why he was acting that weird, first since the morning after she had talked to Robby and then after their conversation at the nurses station.
Then she remembered that she had seen Kira there, for a moment she thought that it couldn’t be. She thought that Kira wouldn’t say anything to Shen about her confession regarding her little or rather huge crush on the attending. There had however also been Lena, it seemed to dawn on her at that moment.
“Do you think I have a crush on Robby?” she asked, the question came out unfiltered, mildly surprised and genuinely shocked. For a moment there was silence.
“Kind of,” he shrugged, looking like he could not care less about this situation, but she could see from the tension in his shoulders that he did indeed care, that he wanted to have an answer to that thought.
“Okay…” she paused, “I don’t,” she said, “I don’t have a crush on Robby, he is too…” she paused for a moment, “much like a Dad if you get what I mean,” she shrugged, this entire conversation felt more awkward than it was supposed to be. She had made an entire plan of what a confession in her mind would have looked like if she ever gathered the guts to actually do that. It had definitely not been in the car. It had definitely not been after a shift while both of them were dead tired.
“So…you have a crush on Abbot then?” he sounded so disinterested that for a moment she wondered if he was messing with her. Blinking slowly she realised that he really didn’t get it. Taking a deep breath she let herself melt deeper into the seat, wondering why exactly he was this thick headed right now.
“No, but I know you probably overheard Lena and Kira gossiping!” she said, feeling her voice becoming slightly shaky, “I like you, okay,” she felt like her tongue was made out of led and powered by a thousand bolts of electricity at the same time. “I don’t like Robby or Abbot or anyone else, I like you;” she stared at the road, feeling like her heart was trying to break out of her ribcage.
“You like me?” Shen sounded like it was a foreign concept to his mind. Another moment of silence passed between them, she continued to pick at the skin around her thumbs, trying to soothe the nervousness when suddenly a warm hand covered hers. “Don’t do that,” he said softly, no anger or disgust, the only thing she could hear was fondness, though that only made the feeling of her heart breaking a little worse.
“I am sorry,” she whispered, feeling the hot tears pricking at the corners of her eyes, the shame and worry beginning to bubble in her stomach, the thought that she had ruined something perfectly good only making it worse.
“Don’t, I am glad to know,” he said, for a moment she felt like she had to have misheard. Looking at him she could see a slight smile on his lips though his eyes were still fixed on the road. The tips of his ears had taken on a bright red flush and she could swear his cheeks were turning red as well. He gently squeezed her hand before letting go to shift gear. Licking her lips she watched him, still not sure what to say, not sure what he meant by that, if he meant what she thought he meant.
“I…don’t want things to get weird,” she said softly, Shen raised his eyebrow slightly, glancing over to her for barely a second. A slight flutter rippled through her stomach as he started smiling slightly.
“Well…” he paused for a moment, “We could get dinner or breakfast, whichever you prefer before making it weird for everyone…” His tone was joking, but she knew he was serious about it. A soft laugh escaped her, smiling at him she nodded.
“Yeah, I would like that,” she answered, knowing that this entire situation seemed to have turned out alright afterall, smiling like an idiot the rest of the drive.
(What neither of them knew was that Kira’s and Lena’s guess to when they would finally confess was coming closer and the two nurses decided to start meddling a little)
3: Robby x reader x Hotch pt. 2 (Where life takes us 2)
4: Brendon Park x wife!reader
Voting ended onMar 27
1: where reader reflects on the five names Brendon Park has called her over the course of their professional and later personal relationship
2: All Sweet an bubbly neurosurgeon reader comes to a case he also consults on. R does some procedure already in the ED while everyone is like very concerned. Park is just proud of his wife.
3: in which the weeks and months following pt. 1 will be explored and we will see what decisions reader makes
4: Park‘s wife + daughter end up in the ED and all hell breaks lose when Park gets word.
Warnings: SMUT, FLUFF, angst, situationship to lovers, unprofessional/unethical workplace relationship, jealous!Brendon, possessive!Brendon, semi-public kissing, throat holding, marking, biting, rough sex, multiple orgasms (fem), fingering/ finger fucking (fem receiving), piv sex, unprotected sex, multiple positions, aftercare, Brendon Park is bad at feelings, porn with plot, HAPPY ENDING (again barely proof read and the smut is probably also bad)
Summary: After a friendly interaction his favorite resident has with the ED intern Brendon Park doesn't overreact. Well maybe he does.
Words: 5.6k
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
She wasn‘t sure when it had started. If she remembered it right it must have been at the end of her intern year or maybe the start of her R2 year. He had driven her home after a particularly rough shift, insisting that walking home in the state she was in was not a good idea. She didn‘t remember what either of them had said during that drive, but somehow they had ended up in her bed with Park fucking her brains out.
It had become a pattern after that, they gravitated towards each other for comfort in a way. Most nights were spent together, it was a way to let off steam, to find some sort of connection or comfort and yet they did not put a name to it. Every time she had asked about it Park would deflect the question, something that was slowly beginning to gnaw at her. She reminded herself that it was what she had signed up for when the entire thing started: sleeping with an attending usually did not end with a name to the situation. Usually these situations ended with a meeting in HR and a reprimand that would follow her everywhere she went.
Still it hurt and she wasn‘t even sure anymore why she stayed around at this point, why she kept coming back to him. It was almost like an addiction, like every time she tried to pull away the emptiness would be too large, the silence too heavy to bear and she would come back to him. Enjoy his warmth and the strength of his body, especially when he simply held her.
The ward was quiet today, quieter than she liked, it always felt like something was brewing up if things weren’t hectic and fraying her nerves. Tapping her pen against the desk she stared at the chart, her thoughts somewhere else entirely. A dull, pleasant ache had settled between her legs. It had been there since the morning after she had gotten up, a quiet reminder of what happened every day after she came off work. His hands all over her body, his chest against her back, his teeth sinking into the flesh of her shoulder.
The phone rang. Her mind snapped back to reality, shaking her head as if to shake away the memory of the night before she reached for it.
„This is ortho,“ she said her name, hearing the loud bustle of the other department on the other side, it was probably the ED. Hoping that it was something she could take care of by herself and not something she needed Park for. Right now she was not in the mood to be dragged around by him. The conversation of the night before still left a hole in her chest: again the same issue, Park would not answer the question if whatever they had was exclusive. He had simply grunted, gotten up and gotten them something to eat.
„This is Nurse Jesse from ED, we need an ortho consult down here ASAP we got an amputated arm down here,“ the man said through the phone, his tone not unkind, but pressed.
„Got it, someone will be down soon,“ she answered, putting the pen in the pocket of her scrubs, closing the chart and pulling out the pager, quickly paging Dr. Park, knowing that it was something he would want to look at.
„Thanks,“ the nurse said, hanging up. Tapping her fingers against the table she hoped that he would be coming to the hub soon. Maybe she would simply get to tell him that they had called and that she was allowed to stay upstairs and not have to suffer through going down to the ED with him.
Her first hope was fulfilled, Park appeared by the nurses station within five minutes of her paging him, expression mildly annoyed as he looked at her. Arms crossed over his chest as she leaned back in the chair.
„ED wants someone to come down?“ he asked, raising his brow slightly as he looked at her.
„Yes, arm amputation,“ she answered, tapping her fingers against the top of the desk again, hoping that he would just nod and turn around, leaving her alone to try and finish her work before the surgery she had scheduled later with one of the other attendings.
“Then why are you still sitting around?“ he asked, his tone not as sharp as it would be with everyone else. She sighed, feeling mildly defeated as she got up from her seat at the computer following after him towards the elevator. As the doors of the elevator closed behind them and the metal box jerked downward he looked at her for a moment.
„You are coming tonight?“ It was not a real question, it sounded more like a booking confirmation if anything. Biting her lip she tilted her head to the side, trying to gather the strength to say no, to tell him that she would be heading home.
„We will see,“ was all that came out. It was not a no, but it was also not the yes he had expected. A beat of silence passed between them and she turned her head to look at him, not sure if he was angry or had simply accepted her answer.
„What does that mean?“ His voice sounded slightly strained, she could see his eyebrow twitching, a sign that she had set him off with that. This was not what he had expected and beside the slight guilt in her stomach satisfaction started to grow there as well. Maybe if she was able to show him that she could have a life without him he would understand that she did not want to be a bother to him by always asking that question.
„It means that I am not sure yet,“ she said calmly, Park squinted at her, lips pressed together in a thin line. Before he could say anything else the elevator jerked to a halt and the doors slid open, revealing the chaos of the emergency department.
Stepping out of the elevator they headed towards the nurses station. The charge nurse, Dana, gave them a look the moment they started approaching, pointing towards one of the trauma bays. She trailed slightly after Park, people parting for him as they headed towards the trauma bay. It was always fascinating to see the reaction people had to him, though she had to admit she was among the people that reacted strongly to him.
Park pushed the door open, holding it long enough for her to slip into the room after him. Quickly grabbing a pair of gloves so she was about to take on the minor parts of this inspection that Park did.
“Dr. Park,” Dr. Robby introduced and greeted both of them as they entered the trauma bay. She looked around, nodding at the nurses and Garcia, she shot the intern, Whitaker, a small smile. She had come down for one of his cases a few days ago and they had gotten along rather well.
“You’re up,” Park’s voice startled her slightly as he nodded in the direction of the patient. She nodded, feeling like lead had settled in her stomach. Circling the patient for a moment she looked at the amputation site.
“Clean cut,” she announced, “Can someone please pull up the x-rays?” she asked, Garcia nodded, showing her the x-ray that had been taken of the amputation. It was a clean cut right through the middle of both radius and ulna, it was completely clean, only very little splintering visible in the x-ray.
“That looks good so far,” she nodded, taking another look at the amputation site, squinting slightly as she inspected the vessels that had been tied off. “Whitaker, did you do these?” she asked, looking up at the intern who looked like he wanted to disappear into the ground, still he nodded.
“You did a good job with those,” she nodded, “come over here for a second, though, there is one where your tension was off slightly,” she waved him over. He shuffled over quickly, she pointed at the vessel that had been tied a bit too tight for her liking.
“I’m sorry,” he sputtered out, ready to rattle off apologies. She simply shook her head, smiling at him again.
“Don’t apologize, it doesn’t matter now. Just remember next time,” she said before straightening up, glancing at Park she could see the anger behind his eyes. For a moment she felt bad before satisfaction settled along with that again. That may not have been her intention in showing Whitaker the too tight tied off vessel, but it was certainly a welcome side effect.
“Where is the limb?” she asked, Robby nodded in the direction of plastic bags, as she walked towards it Whitaker began explaining that they had bagged it right, she nodded, murmuring a quiet ‘good’ before beginning to unpack the arm.
“What antibiotics did you give?” she asked, glancing at Robby while she began examining the arm, doing mobility checks as well as checking to see if there were any other issues with the break.
“Cefazolin and gentamicin,” Robby nodded as she continued examining the arm, turning it, moving it around, trying to see if there were any signs that a replantation would not be at least worth a try.
“Great, what about transport time, do you have any info on that?” she asked as she began putting the arm back into the plastic bags.
“Rapid,” was all that she got from Garcia, rolling her eyes slightly as she nodded again, trying to remain calm while she felt Park’s intensely focused eyes on her.
“I would say replantation is a go, rapid transport, clean cut, no crush injuries,” she looked at Park for approval. Usually he would give it more freely to her than to most of the other residents, however right now he simply stared at her with barely concealed anger. Swallowing harshly she hoped that this would not end poorly for her, but then he nodded once in approval.
“Replanation is a go. We’ll book the OR, irrigation?” he asked, she nodded thinking for a moment she started walking towards him again. Still feeling mild discomfort at the anger behind his eyes as she approached.
“Two liters,” she answered as she snapped off the gloves, coming to stand beside him. He nodded once again, it was jerky, like when he was losing his patience with one of the residents.
“Thanks you two,” Robby gave them a nod and a tight lipped smile. Dr. Whitaker gave her a small smile.
“It was nice seeing you again, Doctor,” he smiled as he stood beside the bed, she smiled back at him, deciding that being friendly to someone she might work along with more in the future was not a bad idea.
“Likewise, Doctor Whitaker," before she was able to say anything else or do anything else Dr. Park spoke up beside her, his tone sharp.
“Come on, we have work to do,” he practically snarled before heading off, she followed after him, the mix of satisfaction and fear creating a bitter and heavy feeling in her stomach. She did not want to make him angry, that was not something she ever wanted to do. Even if it was foolish or bizarre she cared about him. Maybe that was wrong, maybe she should just accept that he did not really care for her, that he simply saw her as a way to let off steam. Still seeing him angry made her want to apologize, beg him to forgive her for whatever she had done to set him off.
As they stepped into the elevator Park turned around and the moment the doors closed and the elevator jolted upwards he crowded her against the wall. He didn’t say anything but his lips met hers, it was angry, possessive, teeth sinking into her lips while his tongue roamed through her mouth, like he was staking claim. She simply let him, returning the kiss, her heart beating out of her chest as his hand wrapped itself around her neck, not squeezing, simply holding, like a reminder that he was the one in control.
Park pulled away, his hand still around her throat as he looked at her, now she could really see the anger behind his eyes, the way it looked like he was about to snarl and thrash making a shiver run down her spine.
“What do you think you are doing talking to that intern like that?” he hummed, tone low and dangerous, she felt a shiver run down the length of her spine. “You belong to me” his voice was low and dangerous, she could practically feel the vibration of it against her own chest. She looked at him for a long moment, trying to say something, to answer his question with even an ounce of logic, but what came out probably only made the entire situation so much worse for her.
“I don’t think we ever established that, did we?” her voice was barely above a whisper as she spoke, at those words she saw Park’s eyes go dark, it was not the same darkness they got when he got hungry for something, no this was something else. The elevator jolted slightly, making Park step away from her quickly, his hands returned to his sides and he leaned against the wall beside her, making it look like they had been having a casual conversation. The doors slid open, revealing a few med students looking at them with wide eyes as they walked into the elevator. As the door closed again and the elevator started moving again Park started talking again.
“Your assessment was good overall, just make sure to ask about the transport time before you look at the limb,” he hummed his tone casual again like he had not just had his hand wrapped around her throat less than a minute ago. She nodded, feeling the tightness in her throat as the elevator continued its ascend towards ortho.
Finally it pinged softly, the doors sliding open and both her and Park walked out of the elevator, though as she was about to head towards the nurses station he grabbed her upper arm.
“Don’t even think about it,” his tone was calm as he practically dragged her along towards his office. It was not an uncommon sight: Dr. Park dragging someone around. However it was practically never seen that he dragged her around. Nurses and other residents parted as they saw a very angry looking Dr. Park dragged her along, some of the nurses shot her worried glances, but she always just shrugged at them. She followed after him, deciding that she would only make this worse if she was to fight him now.
The moment they reached his office and he had shut the door he turned around, eyes fixed on her with an intensity that was usually only reserved for his apartment.
“Take your top off,” he said, his tone low, for a moment she hesitated, but by the expression she knew now was not the time to question him. Carefully pulling the scrub top over her head she placed it on one of the chairs in front of his desk, feeling terribly exposed as he looked at her with that hungry expression.
With two quick strides he stood in front of her, his hand wrapping around her jaw as he tilted her head to the side. Something between fear and arousal shot through her system and up her spine.
“I should bend you over and fuck you over my desk,” he hummed agaisnt her neck, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin there, slowly making their way towards her trapezius, “Too bad a patient has an appointment with me,” he hummed before sinking his teeth into the muscle. It was bordering on painful as she felt his tongue against her skin, a quiet gasp left her lips, hand shooting out to grab his biceps, trying to ground herself somehow. As he detached himself from her he let out a quiet satisfied hum before pressing a gentle kiss to the spot he had just sunk his teeth into.
“Come on,” he stepped away from her, the anger seemingly having seeped away again as he gently caressed her cheek, “Put the top back on, your surgery with Kepner starts in twenty minutes, don’t want you to be late for that,” he said, stepping away from her and rounding the desk, plopping down in the desk chair.
She stared at him for a moment before putting the top back on, feeling like she had just experienced whiplash. Slowly blinking she took a deep breath, trying to steady herself, get herself to feel less shaken by what had happened
“Ah and,” he looked away from the screen of his computer, “You are coming over tonight,” he said, this was not a question, this was a statement. He had decided that it would be like that and there was no room left for discussion. She nodded, feeling like her tongue was made out of lead.
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A quiet whimper escaped her lips as his teeth sank into her flesh once more. He had been at it for at least thirty minutes now. One hand keeping her hands secured above her head while the other lazily pumped in and out of her, his fingers curling upwards in a ‘come here’ motion while his thumb circled her clit. All while he bit into every inch of skin he could find, her neck, her shoulders, her breasts, her hips, his mouth had been everywhere, his tongue always soothing his bites with firm licks while she shivered and moaned.
The tightness in her stomach was returning again, she had already come once, her legs were still shaking while she ground her hips into his movements, quiet moans leaving her lips while Brendon continued with his pattern across her torso. Carefully he took her nipple into his mouth, teeth gently grazing the sensitive skin, a whimper escaped her as she arched her back, pushing herself closer to him. A satisfied hum came from him as he continued to swirl his tongue around her nipple.
The tightness in her stomach and lower back seemed to be building quicker this time, with every pass of his thumb over her clit and every time his fingers curled into that spongy spot inside of her it sent electricity through her spine. Panting she tried to gain more friction, rutting against his fingers as he continued with his movement. Then again, with another pass of his thumb over her clit the coil snapped, her legs shook violently and her entire body went limb as she panted heavily.
“Fuck, Brendon,” she whined as he did not pull away, her mind fuzy, clit and entrance sensitive as he continued his movements, not breaking them, fucking her through the orgasm.
“Please,” she moaned, that made him still slightly, his movement still there, but even slower than before.
“What do you want, sweetheart?" He sounded like he was mocking her as he looked at her with those deep grey eyes that had turned almost black after the door to his apartment had closed behind them.
“Please fuck me,” she begged, sweat gathering on her skin as she looked at him, Brendon was only in his boxers, giving her a good view of his strong chest and the outline of his dick against the fabric of his underwear.
“I am already,” he hummed, his movements picking up again, though this time the laziness was replaced by a fierce tempo and unrelenting pressure against her clit. The sensation was bordering on painful, pleasure and pain mixing and creating something delicious that she could not get enough of.
“I need your cock, please, Brendon, please,” she begged again, her hips jerking along to the movements of his hand, chasing the pleasure that was building in her stomach again. A quiet sob escaped her as his thumb pressed hard against her clit, making way for a low throbbing mixture of pleasure and pain to take hold of her entire body.
“We will see…,” he hummed, throwing her own words from earlier back at her. Her legs shook violently, a moan escaping her as he sank his teeth into the side of her breast, gently sucking on the skin before detaching. “Need to remind you who you belong to first,” he huffed out, his movements continued, sending her barrelling towards the next orgasm, they were coming quicker now the beginning overstimulation sending her barrelling towards the edge quicker. As it hit her the edges of her vision whited out and she cried out, legs shaking and mind going blank for a second.
“Fuck, only you,” she whimped, “I belong to you,” she whimpered, feeling the sting of tears begin to gather in her eyes as Brendon continued to fuck her with his fingers, though at those words he slowed his movements, gently pulling his fingers out of her. Whimpering she could feel the first tears slipping down her cheeks, mouth opening slightly as she realised that this was definitely not the end of it all.
“Good girl,” he hummed before holding his glistening fingers towards her. She opened her mouth wider, licking every single one of them clean, moaning softly as she tasted herself on his skin, their taste mixing together. The low throbbing continued and she could feel herself clench around nothing while she sucked his fingers clean. With a wet pop she released his fingers from her mouth, looking at him with wide eyes.
“Come on, turn around,” he huffed, she did as he asked, turning on her stomach, knees on the mattress, her back arching as she made herself comfortable in the sheet, arms stretched out in front of her as she turned her head to the side. She could see Brendon standing beside the bed, boxers discarded and an expression on his face that looked much like restraint.
Slowly he climbed back on the bed, she could not see what he was doing so when his teeth sank into the flesh where her ass met her thigh she hissed slightly at the sensation. Still as he let go of the skin his hands wrapped around her hips, the grip like a vice as he slowly pushed into her. A quiet groan leaving his lips as he bottomed out, the fullness and the sensation of the stretch made her whimper softly, closing her eyes trying to fight the dull throbbing ache that had settled in her after the last orgasm.
At first his pace was slow, languidly thrusting, pulling her hips to meet his. Whimpers and quiet moans escaped her lips with every pass, feeling his tip reaching the soft spot inside of her, her walls clamping down on him. It was almost too much, her mind going fuzzy as his pace picked up.
“Fuck,” she whimpered at a particularly harsh thrust, at that he leaned forward, his hands leaving her hips and coming to cage her in, then one slipped underneath her, pulling her upright as he continued to fuck into her. Whimpering she tried to meet his thrusts, one of his arms wrapped around her, keeping her tightly against him while the other found her clit, rubbing circles as she felt her walls clench tightly.
It was too much, it felt too intense, but it was good, her hands scrambled for purchase finding it on his arm, nails digging into the flesh there as the sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room along with their quiet grunts and groans. The tears seemed to sting in her eyes again, slowly running down her cheeks while Brendon continued with his relentless pace.
The rhythm of his thrusts and his hand on her clit matched, the coil in her stomach building, her walls fluttering with every pass of his fingers over her clit and every time the tip of his cock brushed that sensitive spot inside of her. Electricity shooting up her spine, the tightness in her lower back returning, more tears falling from her eyes as she babbled nonsense. She wasn’t sure what she was saying, her mind broken down to the feeling of him inside of her and the pleasure.
It came crashing over her like a tidal wave, her vision whiting out, in her ears there was only static, a rasped scream left her lips as he continued to fuck her. Her nails were still digging into his arm, scratching deep red welts into the skin. Every single muscle in her body tightened, then released and started shaking violently while Brendon gently lowered her on the mattress, not slipping out of her.
“Fuck,” she whimpered, Brendon’s arms had settled beside her head, his entire body looming over her’s, chest pressed against her back as he continued the brutal pace he had set earlier.
“Just one more,” he mumbled, his voice rough as she felt him place open mouthed kisses along her neck and shoulders. Their sweat had started pooling together on her back. At his words a whimper left her lips, her mind completely blank except for the feeling of his cock inside of her. The sounds of their bodies meeting and the feeling of his lips gently ghosting over her shoulders while he continued the brutal pace. She could feel him throbbing and twitching inside of her, though his pace did not falter, her walls clenched at the sensation, so sensitive as his cock twitched again she felt the tightness that had been building up again snap again. Her walls clamped down around him and the feeling of warmth beginning to seep into her, his cock pulsing, made it all only more intense, eyes screwed shut she felt her entire body go limp, mind completely fuzzy as he slowly lowered himself down on her, feeling like he was suffocating her with his weight for a moment until he turned them to the side, still staying inside of her, but now only holding her.
She wasn’t sure for how long they stayed like that, his arm wrapped around her, soft cock still inside her. His lips pressed soft kisses along her neck and shoulders while he murmured praise. She had probably dozed off for a moment since she did not remember him getting up, but she opened her eyes and he had turned her on her back, gently cleaning her up with a wet rag. Hissing slightly she closed her eyes again, her mind slowly returning to normal, being able to think clearly again.
“Sorry,” he carefully stroked her knee and thigh while he continued cleaning her up, his expression more at rest than she had seen him in a long time. The tension in his brows was gone and his shoulders seemed to have eased as well. “Come on, you have to go to the bathroom,” he hummed softly getting up from the bed, discarding the wet rag in his laundry bin.
“Only if you carry me,” her voice was hoarse, but still playful and still that feeling that had been gnawing at her for the past few months was still there. He looked at her for a moment, though simply sighed softly, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he lifted her out of the bed in bridal style. It made her laugh slightly as he carried her towards the bathroom, gently setting her down on the toilet.
“Hungry? Thirsty?” he asked softly, running his knuckles along her throat, his touch barely there as he looked at her, his eyes glimmering softly in the light of the bathroom
“Yes and yes,” she nodded, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of his wrist, “You know I am not gonna piss with you in here, right?” she murmured against his skin. Brendon snorted at that, then left the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
After washing her hands and checking out Brendon’s work in the mirror: it was quite extensive and she was not sure how she was supposed to cover it up at work tomorrow, she walked back into the bedroom. Opening the closet and picking out one of his metal band t-shirts, slipping it on before slipping back into her underwear, cursing softly as she realised how sensitive she still was.
The room still smelled like sweat and sex, especially the sheets but she did not care as she slipped back into the bed, sighing softly as she leaned against the headboard. A moment later Brendon appeared in the doorway with a large glass of water in his hand, only in a pair of boxers. As he approached the bed he handed the glass to her before slipping into bed as well.
He leaned against the headboard as well, his hand finding her thigh, gently tracing small patterns on her skin while she sipped on the water. The silence between them was heavy, not the usual easiness it had in moments like this.
“I ordered from the Thai place you like,” he said matter of factly, though his tone was soft as she continued to sip from the water. Glancing over at him she realised that it had not been simply the angle from which she had looked at him, but he looked almost regretful.
“Thank you, Brendon,” she smiled at him and for a moment she wondered if she should say something, but it looked like there was something on his mind, something he needed to get off his chest.
“I’ve really been an asshole,” was all that he said. It took her mildly off guard, she had never heard him say something remotely close to self criticism before and him admitting to her that he had been behaving poorly almost felt foreign.
“You have,” she nodded, rather sure where this conversation was going now. For a moment he hesitated, then looked at her again, the hand on her thigh stilling as his eyes found hers. She could practically feel her heart beating out of her chest as he looked at her.
“You and I,” he paused, “I don’t exactly know what to call it, but it definitely isn’t nothing, but it’s been like that for a while,” he hummed, she raised her brow, knowing that it was not the entire truth, but deciding that it was good enough. “You’ve been mine from the moment you stepped into my OR for the first time,” he hummed. Those words took her aback slightly, still she wrapped her hand around his, the one resting on her thigh. For a moment she let those words hang in the air, then leaned towards him, pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth.
Quickly emptying the glass she put it on the bedside table, then leaned her head against his shoulder. His skin was sticky with sweat, though beneath the smell of sweat and sex there lingered something else, something warm, something that was distinctly him, just like the sheets.
“Brendon, I think we have to change the sheets and shower before sleeping,” she said, trying to lace humour into her voice. He hummed softly as he squeezed her hand, he was definitely as tired as she was.
“Definitely,” he laughed softly as she sunk further into the warmth of his body, hoping that the delivery guy would get here soon, feeling the soft ache and exhaustion settle deeply in her bones.
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Sitting at the nurses station charting away she hoped that no one could see any of the marks Brendon had left on her the night before, the fact that she was walking with a slight limp already drew enough attention.
Never in her life had she been more happy about the fact that she did not have a single surgery scheduled for the entire day, being the resident in charge of the ward. The turtleneck did most of the work underneath the purple scrubs, however she had also needed to go in with concealer on the higher spots he had decided to sink his teeth into. Luckily no one seemed to see the need to comment on it while she tended to charts and patient complaints. Writing down another order for pain meds for one of their hip replacement patients she glanced up as she saw Brendon leaning against the nurses station, eyes fixed on her while she worked.
Dolores seemed to have noticed him as well, heading in his direction. She glanced at his arms resting on the counter and felt a slight flutter in her stomach as she saw the angry red welts reaching from his elbow to the back of his hand, welts her fingers had created.
“What do you need, Dr. Park?” Dolores asked as she stopped a short distance away from him, after not even a second she spoke up again, “What happened to your arm, Dr. Park, in the name of the father!” Dolores gasped. She sank further into the chair, keeping her eyes trained on the screen, feeling heat begin to travel up her neck and towards her face.
“Oh,” Brendon paused for a moment, “I-” he paused again, “My girlfriend decided to be mean.” he simply said, a small smirk on his face. Dolores’ eyebrows shot up at that.
“I beg your biggest pardon?” the older woman looked at him with eyes as wide as saucers. She just sank further into the chair, trying to hide the grin in the collar of the turtle neck.
