Summary: Samira Mohan surprises reader at the end of her day and shows her how much she loves her
Warnings: Smut, MDNI, shower sex, fingering, cunnilingus, tiny bit doctor play and Samira and Reader absolutely in love with each other.
A/n: Finally finished this gem and i absolutely need this rn. I can not wait for friday to come, where i hopefully can write some more stories. this is for you @gloomystateofmind <33
You could feel the rain pattering against the window as you were sitting in the room at the clinic, preparing an eval for next monday. You had finished OT school months ago and had successfully scored a job, your first real job, specialised in paediatrics. Weeks ago you had celebrated it with your friends, where you met Samira Mohan, your girlfriend . Immediately love struck and awed you had asked her for a dance, which turned into a few dates.
Now you were going out and saw her every moment you could, once you both were done with work. Today you were the one working a little later on a friday evening, catching up on your reports. Finally done, you quickly locked up your small office and changed into a top and jacket that you had taken from Samira‘s closet and some jeans, before making your way out.
Exhausted and completely caught up in your mind, you didn’t notice that Samira was waiting for you, leaning against the car with a bouquet of your favourite flowers.
"Hey, gorgeous," she called out gently with a smile, her dear eyes sparkling as she sees your exhausted fprm. Your own eyes immediately light up at the sight of her and you wrap your arms around her waist. "What are you doing here?," you mumble into her shoulder happily, as she wraps her one warm around you, grounding you after your long day.
"Wanted to surprise my smart and amazing and beautiful girlfriend from work," she teases as she pulls back and pecks your lips. You melt into the kiss and grin while your cheeks heat up, despite the cool rain around you both. "God, you’re such a tease, Mohan," you giggled flustered.
She playfully pinches your cheek and hands you the bouquet with another peck on the lips. "Come on, we‘re gonna have a movie night at my place, i thought about everything," she opens the door for you and urges you inside, before she gets in the driver’s seat and starts the car, one hand on your thigh. "I could kiss you right now, how do you always know what i need and want?," you whine playfully, intertwining your hands as she pulls into the traffic and makes her way home to her apartment.
"Hmm, maybe because i know what my girlfriend wants and what her soul needs," she mused, which made you playfully roll your eyes at her.
"But seriously, all I could think of was you and being in your arms and just away from work," your voice softened and you swallow hard as you turn your head, to look at her. Her curls were framing her face, her eyes lit up under the lights and her lips shining with her favourite lip gloss. You reached out with your hand to brush her hair away from her face and hum contentedly.
"Me too," she sighed and leaned into your touch, which made your heart skip a beat. "You’re gonna distract me like this," she glanced at you quickly, her eyes on the road again.
"And you’re so beautiful that you keep distracting me," you murmured with a warm look in your eyes. You were in love with her, so much, you could feel your walls crumbling around her.
Oh how much she loved you, sometimes she questioned if this was real, because it was too hood to be true. She loved you so much, not even Robby could ruin her mood at work.
Once you were at her place you both rushed inside, though you still were slightly soaked from the rain. Finally in her apartment you took your shoes off, before she dragged you into her bathroom to take your makeup off and shower with you.
Your eyes traced her face as she stood close to you, so close that you could feel her gentle breathing. You couldn’t help but place small kisses in between every step, making her giggle and blush.
After quickly taking your (her) clothes off you drag her into the shower and let her wash your body and hair, her hands gentle and so warm, it made you feel fuzzy. "Mira," you sigh as her hard nipples pressed into your back, her hand sloowly dragging down your stomach, until it found your wetness. "Hmm?,“ she hums against your skin, placing small kisses on your neck as she slowly started rubbing your clit. "Let me take care of you, baby," she murmurs as her finger runs through your wet folds, making your thighs quiver slightly. You lean back into her and let your head drop against her shoulder as two of her fingers slide inside of you, teasing you and feeling how wet you are for her. "Oh god," you gasp, her fingers slowly curling inside of your gummy walls. "Tsk, not god, Mira," she whispers against your ear as you moan. Her fingers start moving inside of you, curling and thrusting, her other hand kneading your breasts, before caressing and squeezing your stomach. "Fuck Mira,“ you cried out as her skilled fingers found that one spot, her palm grinding against your swollen and begging clit. "Right there, yeah?,“ she hums and nudges her thigh between yours, to lift your leg a little and open you up for her. Your knees buckle and you grind your hips against her palm, desperate to cum and soak her fingers. "Are you gonna cum, baby? Come on, make your doctor proud and cum for her," she coos as her fingers move and curl faster inside of you, dedicated to make you fall apart.
"Show me what a good girl you can be for me, come on," she spurs you on, before you cry out her name as your orgasm crashes down over you, making you see stars. Your legs are shaking and you’re a quivering mess in her arms, before she turns you to face and lean against the wall, while she kneels down between yours legs and cleans you up with her skilled tongue.
"Fuuck, Mira please," your eyes roll back and you try to close your thighs as her lips wrapped around your sensitive clit. She pulls back satisfied and wraps her arms around you, whispering sweet words against your ear. "Thank you," you whisper hoarsely, turning your head to face her and kiss her soft lips, tasting yourself on her.
"Let me take care of you too," you murmur as you turn around in her arms and kiss her softly, your tongue tangling with her. She tries to protest but you quickly get down on your knees infront of her, tears pooling in your eyes. "Only thought about you the whole day, just wanted to come home." You sob as your tongue runs through her folds and flick her clit slowly, working her up. She coos and runs her fingers through your hair as you lap her slick up and suck her clit. You cried at the taste and comfort of her hands on you and the idea of pleasuring her. The vibrations if your cries and hiccups made her moan desperately and she lifted her one thigh onto your shoulder.
She came with a loud moan of your name, hands tightening in your hair as she soaked your face.
Once you were both cleaned up you blwodried each other’s hair, putting effort and gently styling her curls.
A short while later you were cuddled up with her, her fingers rubbing your back as your head was on her chest, listening to her heartbeat. "You know, i really love you," you tell her softly without hesitation, making her breath catch. You swallow hard and look up at her. "I love you too," she replies hoarsely. Her lips press against yours and you caress her cheek gently. Her lips keep pulling you back in until you’re breathless and she’s placing soft pecks, making you smile. Your day might have been stressful, but now you were in peace in each other’s arms.
Summary: Dean and Garrett recount Logan and reader’s night for them over breakfast.
Warnings: established relationship, mentions of sex, mock moaning???, Dean and Garrett being assholes, Tucker being an innocent bystander, loud reader.
A/N: Little blurb I thought up to tie y’all over until I finally get my next works out. Sorry it’s taking so long, I’ve got major writers block. And I just finished The Pitt and I’m obsessed with Garren Howell and Dennis Whitaker.
“There they are!” Dean exclaims, his signature mischievous smirk spread wide and smug across his face.
Him and Garrett are sat at the kitchen table in the Hockey House, both shirtless and in sweatpants that hung way too low on their waist for your liking. Tucker was already dressed for the day and busy making breakfast for the house.
You and Logan continued your way into the kitchen, both still in your pyjamas and hands intertwined, now slightly more cautious after Deans comment.
“Some night you guys had.” He added.
“Dude-” Tucker tried to silence the inevitable douchey statement Dean was going to make, ever the peace keeper.
“What?” You asked, your face starting to burn with embarrassment.
“What the fuck are you talking about man?” Logan quipped, already fed up with his roommates antics.
Garrett and Dean shared a knowing look, devilish smirks spreading across their lips like wildfire.
“Y’know, your night last night? Must’ve been fun.” Garrett added.
You and Logan looked at each other in immense confusion before looking back at the two at the kitchen table.
“Care to elaborated?” You retorted bluntly.
“No! You do not want them to-” Tucker attempted to warn you before Dean cut in, banging his fist against the table rhythmically and tilting his head back.
“Oh, Logan! Oh, Logan!” He mimicked your moans in a dramatically high pitched voice.
“Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” Garrett joined in in mocking your cries of pleasure from the previous night.
“Oh my god-” you nearly shouted, burying your face in your hands and turning to hid in Logan’s chest.
“Seriously guys? Don’t be an asshole.” Logan snapped.
“Dude, your girl if fuckin’ loud.” Garrett laughed.
“I’d say be gentle but, clearly she likes being murdered by your-”
“Oh my god!” Your shriek of humiliation cut off Dean’s comment as you practically bolted back up the stairs and into Logan’s room.
“Do you always have to be such a dick?” Logan asked Dean before making his way upstairs to comfort you.
“Hard not to be when yours is keeping the whole campus up.” Dean added under his breath.
“Shut up and eat your fucking pancakes.” Tucker retorted.
AN: the beau fic I have been working on foreverrrr. Okay so basically I needed an AU where Beau lives soooo…
Warnings: Medical Talk, Mentions of Blood, Car Accident
When Beau had invited you to his grandma’s birthday dinner you thought nothing of it. Of course you would be in attendance with your handsome boyfriend to celebrate Mimi Maxwell’s birthday. If there was one person Mimi Maxwell loved more than Dean Di Laurentis, it was Y/N Di Laurentis. Yes, how cliche, you were dating your older brother’s best friend. Though you use the term older lightly, Dean was barely 11 months older than you.
Dinner had gone well, Mimi was especially pleased to see her favorite grandson’s girlfriend. Beau’s dad had offered to drive you both back to campus. The two of you using the evening to relax and have a couple of drinks in honor of Mimi. Beau held the backdoor of his Dad’s SUV open for you. You giggle slightly.
“Why thank you kind sir.” You say in your best posh accent. Beau grins at you, you’re both a little tipsy, and you know exactly what kind of fun you’ll be getting into when you get back to campus. Most likely your dorm, considering you opted out of the roommate situation.
You expect Beau to get in the passenger seat next to his Dad, but he doesn’t. Instead he slides in next to you.
“Oh babe, you don’t have to sit back here with me. You can sit up front with your Dad.” You say.
“Nah, then you’ll be all alone back here.” He says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
“You hardly have any leg room!” You laugh. Beau just smiles at you.
“I’m fine, really. I want to set back here with you.” He says. Beau’s dad climbs into the drivers seat.
“Feel like I need a chauffeur hat.” He says. You and Beau both laugh, settling into the backseat for the hour long drive back to campus.
Snow drifts lazily through the glow of the headlights, just enough to dust the road. The car is warm, and you can’t help but feel drowsy as you lay your head on Beau’s shoulder. His arm wraps around your shoulders as he chats with his Dad. He’s in the rear passenger seat and you’re in the middle, having migrated to snuggle into him.
“Told you she’d be asleep before we got home,” Beau says. His dad chuckles, glancing in the rearview mirror, his heart sweeping at the sight of his son so utterly in love.
Beau smiles without looking up.
“She’s had a long week.” Beau offers.
“School?” Beau’s father asks.
“Yeah.” He brushes a strand of hair away from your face. “She’s been studying like crazy, and tutoring other students.” His dad nods knowingly.
“She’s a keeper.” His dad says. Beau’s smile grows.
“I know.” He tells his father. You let out a sleepy sigh, unconsciously burrowing even closer into him. He chuckles under his breath before pressing a kiss against the top of your head. Outside, snow continues to fall. The highway is nearly empty. Until it’s not. All to quickly a deer sprints across the road, causing Beau’s father to hit the breaks. The car slides as it hits a patch of black ice. Your eyes flutter open at the movement.
“Beau?” You ask, voice still sleepy. His gaze snaps toward you, your head resting on his shoulder. And the lack of a seatbelt across your lap. You’d moved to the middle to snuggle up to him and forgone your seatbelt about 20 miles ago. The world outside the windows is spinning. Snow. Trees. The guardrail rushing toward them.
Beau’s stomach drops. You’re not buckled and things are about to be very bad. He doesn’t think. One arm hooks around your waist, hauling you flush against his side. His other hand cradles the back of your head, tucking your face in the crook of his neck. He curls around you as much as the cramped backseat allows. Every instinct he has screams the same thing. Protect her and hold on. The SUV spins across the highway before the car slams into the guardrail with a sickening crunch.The passenger side takes the brunt of the collision. Glass explodes inward.
You let out a startled cry, instinctively curling tighter against him. Metal shrieks. The SUV ricochets away from the barrier. It spins again, hitting more ice.
The oak tree fills the windshield. Beau tightens his hold. The front passenger corner takes the full force of the impact. The sound is deafening. Airbags erupt. The engine compartment folds inward. The violent force throws the cabin sideways.
Beau twists with it, wrapping himself around you as the passenger side caves in. Something in his right leg gives with a sickening crack. Pain explodes through him. His shoulder slams into the interior. His ribs scream. Even then his arms never loosen.
It’s late when Dean gets a call.
His phone buzzes across the kitchen island just as he and Allie are about to head upstairs for the night. Allie is curled up on the couch beside him, half-watching a movie, half-scrolling through her phone. He almost ignores the call.
Unknown Number.
He answers anyway.
“Hello?” He asks.
“Is this Dean Di Laurentis?” A professional female voice asks. His stomach tightens instantly a feeling of dread
“Uh, yeah.” He says, sitting up on the couch. Beside him Allie straightens reading her boyfriend’s body language.
“My name is Rachel. I’m a registered nurse at Briar Memorial Hospital. I’m calling because your name is listed as the emergency contact for Miss Y/N Heyward Di Laurentis…”
Dean goes completely still.
“and Mr. Beau Maxwell.” Dean’s face turns stoic.
Allie immediately looks up from the couch. She knows that expression.
“What happened?” Dean asks, already standing.
“There was a motor vehicle collision. EMS transported both patients to our emergency department a short time ago.” Dean’s face drains of color, the worst possible scenario going through his mind.
“Are they alive?” He asks.
“Yes, sir. They’re both alive.”
The breath Dean lets out is shaky.
“But they’re both being evaluated by our trauma team. We recommend you come to the hospital as soon as possible.” The nurse says.
“We’re leaving now.” Dean says, motioning to Allie. She grabs his keys and slips on her shoes.
The call ends.
“What happened?” Allie asks, already grabbing her purse before he can answer. Dean runs a hand through his hair.
“They were in a wreck.” He says, voice shaky. Allie’s eyes widen.
“Oh my God…” she breathes. He doesn’t wait another second, he takes his keys from her hands her one of his hoodies and ushers her out the front door.
“Come on.”
Neither of them says much during the drive. Dean’s knuckles are white around the steering wheel. Allie had tried to convince him to let her drive but he felt like he needed to be in control.
Allie reaches across the center console, quietly resting her hand over his.
“They’re alive,” she says softly. “That’s a good sign.”
Dean nods, his little sister, his best friend both hurt, possibly near death.
The emergency department is controlled chaos when they rush through the sliding doors. Paramedics weave between trauma rooms. Monitors beep incessantly. Nurses move with practiced urgency. Dean barely makes it to the desk before speaking, he’s practically shaking.
“My sister was brought in after a car accident, and her boyfriend.” He explains.The receptionist nods.
“They’re both still being evaluated. A physician will update you shortly.” She says curtly. Dean starts pacing immediately. Allie stays close beside him, watching every set of trauma doors that swings open.
Then voices carry from just down the hallway. Two EMS providers are giving report to another nurse outside one of the trauma bays. Neither Dean nor Allie means to listen. But once they hear Beau’s name…
Neither of them can look away.
“Single-vehicle MVC. Driver lost control after hitting black ice trying to avoid a deer.” One says.
“Driver?” The nurse asks.
“Just some minor abrasions.” A paramedic updates.
“And the passengers?” The nurse inquires.
“The male in the rear passenger seat…” the paramedic checks his notes. “Beau Maxwell.”
“What about him?” The nurse asks.
“He took the majority of the impact.”
Dean feels Allie’s fingers tighten around his arm.
“He instinctively wrapped himself around the female passenger before the collision.”
The nurse blinks. “He shielded her?”
“Pretty much.” The paramedic says.
“Rear passenger side hit the tree.” He pauses.
“If she’d taken that impact instead…” He doesn’t finish the sentence. He doesn’t have to.
Another nurse quietly says, “She would’ve been crushed.” The paramedic nods.
“He kept her against him the whole time. She wasn’t wearing a seatbelt.” Allie covers her mouth, tears pricking in her eyes.
“Oh my God…” she whispers.
“He likely prevented her from being ejected or taking the direct intrusion from the passenger side.” Dean stares at the floor, swallowing hard. The paramedic continues.
“He has an obvious right femur fracture, multiple rib fractures, shoulder injuries, probable concussion.”
“And her?” The nurse asks expecting the worst.
“Bruised up pretty badly. Some facial lacerations, cuts from broken glass, we’re ruling out internal injuries…”
He gives a tired smile.
“Honestly, she’s doing far better than we’d expect from that mechanism.”
“Because of him?” One of the nurses asks.
“I’d bet my paycheck on it.” The paramedic says.
Dean feels his chest tighten. Beau hadn’t just been hurt. He’d put himself between his sister and a tree.
A trauma physician steps into the hallway.
“Dean Di Laurentis?” He asks.
Dean and Allie are both on their feet instantly.
“I’m Dean.”
The doctor offers a reassuring smile.
“They’re both stable.” He says. Dean exhales so sharply his knees nearly buckle. Allie grips his arm to steady him.
“But Beau will need surgery tonight for a fractured femur.” He explains. “I’ve already spoken with his father, he has you both listed as emergency contacts.” The doctor explains.
“And my sister?” Dean asks immediately.
“She’s bruised, cut up, and has what appears to be a mild concussion, but all of her scans look reassuring so far.” The doctor pauses.
“Considering the severity of the crash…” He glances toward the trauma bays. “…she’s incredibly lucky.”
Dean looks through the narrow window in the door. He spots his little sister first. Bandages. Bruises already blooming across her face and arms. But alive. Then his eyes drift to the next bay. Beau. Blood is streaked across his forehead, his brown eyes wild. His right leg is immobilized. His shoulder splinted. Three nurses trying to keep him flat on the stretcher, but he’s frantic.
“Where is she?” Beau rasps. One of the nurses gently presses him back down on the bed.
“Mr. Maxwell, you need to stay still.” One of the nurses says calmly. The look he gives her is heartbreaking.
“I can’t. I need to find her.” He says voice cracking.
“Honey, you need to calm down, we need to help you.” Another nurse coaxes. Beau looks like a wild animal, trapped in the trauma room. He tries to get out of bed wincing in pain. He spots Dean, that only makes him more frantic, tears spilling down his cheeks. It’s the adrenaline and shock and pure fear for her life that has him acting out.
“Dean! Dean! Is she okay, oh God is she okay?” Beau cries. One of the male nurses enters the room helping to hold down Beau’s arm as a nurse preps some medication. No doubt something to calm him down.
“Somebody tell me something.” Beau begs.
“She’s alive.” The male nurse offers. “They’re trying to help her in the next room, just like we’re trying to help you buddy.” He says. The medication hits Beau almost instantly, his body going limp, eyes heavy. Beau squeezes his eyes shut trying to blink off the sedation.
“Can I… can I see her?” He mumbles.
“Not yet.” One of the female nurses says.
“Please…” Beau slurs, his eyes shutting. Dean has known Beau for years. He’s seen him after devastating losses. After brutal practices. After his childhood dog Sparky died unexpectedly. He’s never seen him look this terrified. Allie quietly wipes away her tears, she’s trying to be strong for Dean, but seeing her friends hurt is killing her. Dean simply stares through the glass. Realization hitting him square in the face. He’d never doubted Beau loved you, but this was different. This was the kind of love that overrode fear, reason, and even self preservation.
In the next room over, your sobs echo through the thin hospital curtain. Hot tears stream down your cheeks as a doctor carefully examines the deep gash along your hairline, gently parting the blood-matted strands of your hair to assess the wound.
The doctor glances up as Dean rushes into the room.
“I’m sorry, unless you’re immediate family, I’m going to have to ask you to step outside,” he says, his tone professional but kind.
“She’s my little sister,” Dean chokes out, his voice cracking.
Without another word, he crosses the room and takes your hand, wrapping both of his around yours. The doctor’s gaze flicks briefly toward Allie as she quietly slips into the chair in the corner, but he doesn’t object. She offers you a small, reassuring smile, though her eyes are glassy with tears.
The physician turns his attention back to your head.
“Based on the depth of this laceration, it definitely needs to be closed,” he explains. He looks to be in his mid-thirties, calm and composed. Under almost any other circumstance, you might have thought he was cute.
“I can give you a couple of options. I can suture it, but because of where it’s located, I’d need to shave a section of your scalp first. Or…” He lifts a small sterile stapler from the tray. “We can close it with staples and avoid shaving your hair.”
Your eyes widen at your options, neither sounding particularly pleasant.
“Shave my head?” you whisper before the words dissolve into another sob. Dean’s grip tightens around your hand.
“No.” His answer is immediate. He looks the doctor square in the eye. “Clean it out, staple it, do whatever you have to do—but you’re not shaving my twenty-one-year-old sister’s head.” The doctor gives a small nod.
“Fair enough,” he says. “Some patients get a little uneasy about the staples, so I like to offer both options.”
He opens a drawer and pulls out a sterile staple kit, setting it on the tray beside you.
“I’m also going to numb the area first,” he adds reassuringly. “You’ll feel a few pinches from the anesthetic, but after that you should only notice some pressure. We’ll have this closed up in just a few minutes.”
The doctor snaps on a pair of gloves. Your mind races into a jumbled ball of incoherent thoughts.
“Is Beau?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper, you can’t finish the sentence. Dean looks up from where he’s been holding your hand, his heart sinking.
“What happened to Beau?” You ask.
He opens his mouth, then closes it again. Truthfully, he doesn’t know and as much as he wants to tell you everything is okay he doesn’t want to give false hope.
“I…” He glances toward the doorway. “I don’t know yet.”
Allie is already on her feet.
“I’ll go find out.” She says. Dean nods gratefully, never once letting go of your hand.
“Thank you.” He tells her, she nods, eyes full of love and empathy.
She slips quietly into the hallway, leaving the room just as the doctor begins preparing the local anesthetic.
“I’m going to numb the area first,” the physician says. “You’ll feel a few pinches.” You don’t respond. Your eyes remain fixed on the doorway, willing Allie to come back. Every second feels like an hour. Dean rubs slow circles across the back of your hand.
“He’s tough,” he says softly. “If anyone can pull through this, it’s Beau.”
A few minutes later, Allie returns. She steps inside, her expression enough to make your stomach twist. She walks over, stopping beside the bed.
“I talked to Beau’s dad.” She says softly. You hold your breath preparing for the worst.
“He’s alive.” She assures quickly. The words release a fraction of the panic squeezing your chest.
“But…” you whisper. Knowing that it couldn’t be that easy. Allie nods gently.
“But he’s pretty banged up, a broken femur, several broken ribs, and a dislocated shoulder.” She pauses. “They also think he may have some internal bleeding.” Your fingers tighten around Dean’s, you try to stop the tears from spilling but they come anyway.
“So they’re taking him into surgery,” Allie finishes quietly. “Actually…” She glances toward the clock. “He’s already there.” The room goes silent.
“It-it can’t be that bad,” you whisper, shaking your head. “He was talking to me.” Dean’s thumb brushes across your knuckles.
“The adrenaline probably kept him going.” Dean says softly. Your eyes immediately fill with fresh tears.
“He wrapped himself around me.” You say. Neither Dean nor Allie says anything.
“He…” Your voice breaks. “He held onto me the whole time. I-I didn’t have my seatbelt on.” You say choking on your sobs. Dean looks down, swallowing hard. A sob tears from your chest.
“This is all my fault.” You say.
“I’m going to staple now, try to stay still for me.” The doctor instructs. You close your eyes flinching at the sound of your head being stapled shut.
“No, it’s no one’s fault. It was an accident.” Dean’s answer is immediate.
“If I hadn’t climbed into the middle and taken my seatbelt off…” you trail off.
“No.” His voice is firm now. “This is not your fault.”
“I want to see him.” You say, even though you know he’s in surgery. Allie gently shakes her head.
“Not yet.” Allie reminds. “As soon as he’s out and the doctors say visitors are okay,” she promises, “we’ll take you straight to him.” You nod weakly, another tear slipping down your cheek.
“I just need him to be okay.” You whisper. Dean leans over and kisses your forehead, careful to avoid the wound.
“He knows you’re alive,” he says. “And I guarantee the first thing he’s going to ask when he wakes up is where you are.” For the first time since the crash, you manage the smallest, tearful smile.
“Yeah,” you whisper. “That sounds like Beau.”
The room is quiet except for the steady beep of the heart monitor. You stop in the doorway. For a second, all you can do is stare at him. He’s pale, bruised, and wrapped in enough bandages to make your chest ache. His right leg is elevated in a bulky cast. His arm is secured in a sling. There are scrapes across his face and a small bandage near his hairline. But he’s here, and he’s alive, and he’s breathing, and he’s entirely yours. Dean gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze.
“Go on.” He en courages. You walk to his bedside, carefully slipping your hand into his. His parents had stepped out, Dean assuring them that he’d look after you and Beau. Almost immediately, Beau’s eyelids flutter. He blinks staring at you. Then he blinks again. You’re afraid for a split second that something horrible has happened, that he doesn’t remember you or something. His eyes finally find yours. He stares.
“Well…” he trails off, voice scratchy. You laugh nervously giving his hand a gentle squeeze.
“Hi.” You whisper. Beau’s brown eyes assess you, another long stare.
“You’re really pretty.” He murmurs. You smile, heart beating erratically, maybe he didn’t remember you.
“You’ve said that before.” You tell him.
“I know.” He says nodding slightly.
“Worth saying again and again.” He tells you, his eyes shutting for a split second before he opens them again looking around the room. Dean snorts realizing that his best friend is absolutely zooted.
“He’s still on another planet.” Dean says. Beau barely seems to notice he’s in the room, his eyes drifting to his best friend for a half a second before fluttering back to you. He keeps looking at you.
“Did I die?” He asks seriously. You shake your head quickly.
“No, no baby.” You say reassuring him.
“You sure?” He asks you in disbelief.
“I’m positive.” You say with a slight laugh. He gestures weakly toward you, his hand just barely coming off of the bed, the oxygen sensor lighting his finger up red making him look like E.T.
“’Cause you look like an angel.” He tells you. Your eyes immediately sting, you can’t help but smile. Even high off his ass he’s sweet.
“Beau…” you say. He smiles lazily.
“Knew you’d come find me.” He mutters. Your heart squeezes in your chest. Then his eyes wander past you. He spots Dean. His face scrunches in confusion.
“How the hell did he get in here?” He asks looking back and forth between you and Dean. Dean raises an eyebrow.
“Excuse me?” Dean says feigning offense.
“I thought this was heaven.” Beau whispers to you. Your face scrunches in confusion.
“If this is heaven who the hell let him in? Someone’s getting fired.” Beau says seriously. Allie has to turn around because she’s laughing hysterically. Dean folds his arms.
“I’ve been sitting in this hospital for seven hours and these are the words you have to say to me? Wow, I’m hurt truly.” He says.
Beau looks genuinely confused.
“Dude I know the stuff you’ve done.” Beau says giving him a knowing look. Dean just shakes his head a smile on his face.
“I liked you better unconscious.” He says jokingly. Beau narrows his eyes weakly flipping him off. You laugh.
The nurse walks in with a warm smile, carrying another bag of fluid.
“Look who’s awake.” She says kindly. Beau looks over.
“Hi.” He says.
“How are you feeling?” She asks him. He thinks about it, pondering the question before he sighs.
“Not the best.” He admits. You laugh so do Dean and Allie. Even the nurse laughs.
“Any pain?” She asks.
“My whole body.” Beau replies. Your heart squeezes in sympathy. Your poor baby.
“We’ll fix that, I’ll bring you some pain medicine.” She says. She checks his IV before asking, “Need anything else before I go grab those meds?”
“Yeah.” He says.
“What is it?” She asks sweetly.
“I gotta pee.” Beau whispers. She smiles.
“You’re okay. You have a Foley catheter in. We’ll take it out tomorrow. But it’s peeing for you essentially.” She says. Beau nods.
“Cool.” He says. She checks something in the chart. Five seconds pass. He looks back at her.
“Hang on.” He says skeptically.
“Yes?” She asks.
“Take what out tomorrow?” He asks.
“The catheter.” She reiterates.
“Where is it?” He asks confusingly.
“It’s draining your bladder.” She explains. He nods slowly.
“Okay.” He says. His eyes suddenly get enormous.
“Oh.” He says realizing what that must mean. The room goes silent as he looks under the blanket, then back at the nurse.
“You mean to tell me…” he trails off. He points toward himself.
“There’s a tube in my penis?” He asks. The nurse nods calmly an amused smile on her lips, you can’t help tell she’s trying hard to stay professional.
“Yes.” She confirms. Beau stares at the ceiling contemplating his life.
“That is the worst news I’ve gotten all day.” He says with a sigh. Dean barks out a laugh.The nurse smiles sympathetically.
“We’ll take it out first thing tomorrow.” She assures. He looks at her.
“You’ve seen it?” He asks wide eyed. You bite back a laugh.
“I have.” She confirms.
“Man.” He says.
“It’s okay.” She assures him.
“I don’t really like people seeing it all…” He makes a vague motion with his hand.
“…noodley.” He says. Allie folds in half laughing. You can’t help the laugh that escapes you. Leaning forward you bury your face against Beau’s bed because you’re laughing too hard yourself. Dean has tears in his eyes.
“Noodley?” Dean asks through laughter.
“I don’t know, man.” He says. Beau shrugs.
“I wasn’t expecting company.” He says. The nurse pats his shoulder.
“Honey, I’ve seen more genitalia than a prostitute your is unremarkable.” She says. She starts toward the door signing out of the computer and sliding the glass door shut.
Beau stares at you.
“Well that doesn’t necessarily make me feel better.” He huffs. You bite back a laugh, running a hand through his hair gently.
“Baby, it’s very remarkable in my opinion.” You say.
“Did not need to hear that.” Dean mutters. Beside him Allie laughs.
“I’m gonna go get some coffee, you want anything?” Allie asks. You shake your head.
“I’ll go with you, you two behave. No funny business.” Dean says eyeing you down.
“Dude there’s a tube in my dick.” Beau says. You laugh covering your face with your hands. Allie and Dean walk out leaving you and Beau alone.
A moment passes before Beau glances down at his leg. He lifts the blanket an inch.
“Geez.” He huffs.
“What?” you ask.
“That’s my leg?” He asks.
“Unfortunately.” You say, grimacing at the sight of his poor leg. He stares at it.
“Fuck.” He mutters. “There goes the draft.” He says. You frown.
“Baby,” you begin, not sure what to say.
“Guess I’m just gonna have to be your trophy husband.” He says leaning his head back against the pillows.
“We’ll have to see what the doctor says baby, but you’re always welcome to be my trophy husband, NFL or not.” You say.
“Yeah…” Beau sighs dramatically.
“But now Mel Kiper’s gonna spend six months saying ‘if healthy’ every time he says my name.” He says. You laugh, he just survived a horrible wreck and of course these are the thoughts going through his head.
“And you will be healthy.” You say, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.
“I swear I hate that guy.” He mutters. You laugh so hard your head starts to ache. Beau hears it and looks back at you.
“There it is.” He grins.
“What?” You ask.
“Your laugh.” He says softly. He smiles, eyes already drifting closed.
“Missed that.” He murmurs. You squeeze his hand.
“I missed you too.” You say eyes welling with tears.
He hums sleepily, his eyes fluttering shut. “Still think you’re the prettiest girl in the room.” He murmurs.
“Baby I’m the only girl in the room, but that’s very sweet.” You say.
Beau doesn’t even open his eyes. Thirty seconds later, he’s asleep again, still holding your hand.
“We’ll get through this Beau, you and me. Promise.” You murmur, pressing a kiss to his forehead. And you were right, the two of you would make it through as long as you were together.
when you pop an edible and instead of getting i can tell all the actors are acting and everything is ridiculous high you get unpacking your traumatic childhood high
