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Claire Keane
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dirt enthusiast
we're not kids anymore.
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Three Goblin Art

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oozey mess
Peter Solarz

#extradirty

shark vs the universe
$LAYYYTER
trying on a metaphor

Love Begins

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@lovethy4ever
me when a fictional woman decides not to get an abortion
kissed and made up
pairings: jack abbot x fem!gf!reader, the pitt x reader
summary: after pissing off your boyfriend in the late hours of night before his shift, you decide to bring him a nice big lunch during said shift. except not one of his coworkers knew you were actually real, let alone oh so gorgeous and sweet!
warnings: age gap (40/20s), teasing, physical descriptions of brown girl reader since iām brown š, flirting, oblivious!reader to her looks (pretty girl), mentions of past arguing, kisses, shorter!reader, not proof read
a/n: i have been sucked into yet another fandom! and boy am i loving these old guys š sorry itās so short
Sleepyhead
jack abbot x ICUnurse!singlemom!reader
wc: 4.6k
summary: a little girl from the PTMC daycare keeps finding her way to the ED. Jack allows the girl to stick around because he finds her mom very attractive and wants to see her again.
tags: unrealistic negligence of an early education facility, (the hospital would have been on lockdown irl this little girl wouldnt have made it off the floor)
little miracle masterlist
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After the midnight rush of DWIs, the night slows down enough for Abbot to catch up emails and on the computer. He types away in the draft and schedules each of them to come in all at 8am and every 30 minutes after. Admin likes to waste his time so he likes to give them a head ache too.
As he continues, just in front of the nurse's station, he sees a little girl wandering past. She was very small, probably preschool age. Her hair in a ponytail and was dawned in a matching pajama set. She must have come in with her mother and ended up lost. Hopefully someoneā a nurseā will help her back to the respective room. He then grabs an tablet and goes to one of the North side rooms to discharge a patient.
After he escorts the patient through the triage doors he passes the Pediatric room and notices the little girl from before. She stands by the wall and traces the mural of the woodland animals. She hums a nursery rhyme in a similar tune to "Mary Had a Little Lamb."
The Deal
Request: Yes or No
Summary: When Pope needs some extra cash, he takes up the opportunity of helping others with their studies. However, things take a turn when he decides to help out a known troublemaker.
Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader
CW/TW: Typical OBX warnings, teasing over virginity, (Y/N)'s kinda an asshole, mentions/implied JJPope (should've been canon), implied bisexual JJ, Pope is bisexual and possibly ooc,
Super short but felt like doing something with sweet ole Pope
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(Y/N) watched with a lazy grin as Mrs. Heyward shuffled into the room with aĀ charcuterie board in hand, her smile big and warm and utterly welcoming as she carefully set the food down on an empty part of Pope's desk. Her son rolled his lips into his mouth and squeezed his eyes shut at her presence, his fingers rubbing into his forehead in pure embarrassment that only made (Y/N) snort quietly. Mrs. Heyward leaned back and clasped her hands together, her eyes crinkling when she faced them.
"There you go, sweetie. Eat as much as you want. You boys let me know if you need anything, 'kay?"
Midnight Beach
Request: Yes or No
Please check the poll imma put up after reading this!
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The bright sun shone down on the land, bringing about much-needed light as workers cleared out fallen branches and debris tossed around by Hurricane Agatha the day before. (Y/N) had already spent half of his morning clearing out the yard and driveway as well as making sure the water hadnāt risen too high. Once work had been finished at home, he had made his way over to the Cameron Residence. It came as no surprise to see workers already there helping the family clean up the mess outside.
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this doesn't mean anything.
- Sarah Cameron
this doesn't mean anything.
Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader
Got carried away with this one
In the world of the Outer Banks, Kooks were seen as untouchable.
They were the stuck-up, spoiled, privileged kids who could do, say, or buy anything they wanted as long as they had daddy or mommy's credit card in their back pocket. They puffed out their chests, turned up their nose, and spat venom just because they knew they could.
Their parents would flock and point fingers if any harm came to them, demanding Sherriff Peterkin and Deputy Shoupe do something about the 'dirty Pogues targeting their poor babies'Ā as if Peterkin and Shoupe could do anything more than let them off with a warning or a brief night in a cell.
i got me someone else instead // jack abbot pt. 1
you agree to open your relationship after your boyfriend kept begging. at first he's on the apps getting absolutely zero matches, but then he gets a date. And the first time you go out with your friends with the full intention to find someone, you meet jack abbot. and he is hell bent on making sure you do not forget him.
genre: jack abbot x tattoo artist!reader, strangers to friends to ????, best friend trinity and by proximity dennis lol, smut 18+ nsfw
word count: 5100
(a/n: all i gotta say is hell yeah. also ignore the fact that jack is able to be around during the night even though he works night shift lmao. just use your imagination.)
The thing about opening a relationship is that someone has to actually want to be in one.
You'd been turning this thought over for three weeks now, looking for the flaw. You'd found it pretty quickly. The flaw was Derek.
Derek, who had spent four months gently, persistently, lovingly lobbying for what he called āan evolved approach to modern partnership.ā Derek, who had bookmarked three articles about ethical non monogamy and left them open on the shared laptop like bread crumbs he expected you to follow. Derek, who had said, with earnest sincerity, āI just think we're evolved enough for this, babe. Don't you?ā
You had said yes because you were thirty years old and had been with this man for ten of those years and somewhere along the way you had apparently misplaced the part of yourself that said no, actually, I don't.
So: open relationship. Officially, as of three Saturdays ago, you were doing this.
Derek had downloaded Hinge, Bumble, Tinder, and some other app that you'd never heard of and didn't ask about. He'd spent an entire Sunday afternoon cycling through profile photos, soliciting your opinion on which ones showed his authentic self, while you sat six feet away inking a peony onto a client's shoulder and making noises of vague encouragement.
frequent flyer // jack abbot
(a/n: this one goes out to my fellow chronically ill girlies. sorry to yall that i'm putting out everything that's been sitting in my drafts. dont worry! there will be another part for this :) maybe if you tell me what you think about it, it'll come sooner rather than later mwahahahahaha)
To say you were a frequent flyer at the ER is an understatement.
You come at least once a month to get your migraine prevention shot. Technically, you could do it at home, but you were alone and youād rather a nurse do it. You didnāt particularly love needles, and sometimes you were there more than once a month, when the rare migraine would break through and youād come get an emergency injection.
All of the staff knew you by now. And even though showing up outside of your monthly injection meant you were in pain, there was a strange comfort in the familiar faces.
You barely got yourself to the ER tonight. It was 7 PM, and you had writhed around in bed until the pain just got too unbearable.Ā
Now, you were sitting in the waiting room, and everyone was being so loud. You had on sunglasses to block the sterile light above you, an ice cap jammed on your head, and a paper bag in your lap just in case you might throw up.
You didn't always, but if you had to wait a while, it was inevitable.
one in a million
Summary: the start of your shifts begins horribly, leading you bloodied and second guessing yourself. Dr. Abbot knows where you've gone to over-think and finally gets closer a little closer after small moments of connection in the ED.
Words: 7k
Warnings: assault (code hula hoop), descriptions of various medical treatments and presenting problems, dr. robby being an ass, smoking.
a/n: who would have thought in the 2026 I'd be posting a fic. I know I had teased smth earlier in the year with bucky but I just couldn't finish it, the fic was so self-indulgent to help process personal issues going on. I absolutely LOVE the Pitt and may have a teeny-weeny crush on Shawn Hatosy...yes, I bought a Quinn subscription. Maybe they'll be a part two, maybe there won't...who knows with this blog. Anyways, enjoy. Rambo <3
You remembered the announcement as if it were yesterday; it sparked a lot of new gossip and polar-opposite opinions. When Gloria announced the āMid-day Shift,ā people were not impressed, mainly because it was not about hiring new people but about shifting current physicians around. Instead of starting at the normal Day or Night shift times, the Mid-Day shift would start halfway through either shift. The goal was to help with continuity of care and to get, for example, the Day shift out sooner, because someone was there to continue with patients instead of passing off information to someone new. Upon announcement, it was met with many questions.
Is this person going to be responsible for all the patients, and the other shift takes the new ones?
How many people will be on the mid-day shift?
Will there be a mid-night shift?
Why is this the focus when there are so many existing problems that need to be addressed?
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ā summary: john shen's first day as an attending goes a little something like this. or, 5 times you believe in him and the 1 time he believes in you. ā pairing: john shen x surgeon!f!reader ā wc: 6.0k ā notes: I AM FOR THE PEOPLE!! THE JOHN SHEN NATION!!! john n reader r the bestest duo ever and idc about anyone else ermmmm also can be read as stand-alone! but makes more sense given in universe context which u can find more of in the series masterlist! anyway this one is mainly for @rayveneyed my john shen girl.... ā tags: literally just fluff, some angsty touches, set pre-s1 of the pitt! medical inaccuraces sorry babes read on ao3 || series masterlist
1.
John's barely two minutes into his shift. His first shift as an attending, mind you, when he hears the fall of footsteps and someone leaning in next to him, but his shoulders still rest easy, his heart steady.
He already smells eucalyptus and catches the flash of your scrubcap before he turns, which is the only reason he doesn't incite a panic out of sheer boredom. A stretch of pale green, sprigs of leaves and flowers, pulls across your temple. Daisies, with white petals and golden centres, blooming all over your head.
Very spring-like, which is an antithesis of who you are. John classifies you as very much a winter person, though maybe it's because he met you during a blizzard after you'd been called in for an emergency craniotomy. The snow-chill was still melting from your fingers, and your toes were still thawing as you had walked in like a breath of fresh air.
Shen had been an intern then, and you were an R7, in between your attempts at publications and trying to figure out your footing after graduating. It felt like Godzilla stepping into the Pitt.
Now, he's technically your equal. Attending to attending.
domaystic day 11: sugar kisses
an event by @domaystic - prompt 11: fun-sized candy
pairing ā dr. john shen x fiancĆ©!gn reader
rating ā general. minors dni
wc ā 406
summary ā that john shen has a major sweet tooth, everybody knows. but not everyone knows that thatās his love language.
warnings ā fluff š
afab!reader. no specific descriptions of body type, race or ethnicity. all lowercase for styling purposes.
a/n ā hey, babes! sorry i missed it yesterday. my mental health has been a little shitty these past few days and the drabbles iāve queued up ran out, and i had not one ounce of strength in me to write more, so you are getting a 2x1 today! hope you guys enjoy it! š¤
dividers by @/uzmacchiato and @/angeliicide
john shen is known for his sweet tooth. it is obvious by him always asking if there is cake and the amount of iced hazelnut lattes, with two extra pumps of hazelnut and an extra one of vanilla syrups, he consumes every shift. jack tried counting it once, but gave up after the fifth time the grubhub guy showed up during one shift.
there is even an on-going betting board on how many stupidly large iced coffees the man drinks during a month, and, until now, no one has come close the actual number.
his sweet tooth also transcends into his love language.
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pairing: john shen x female reader
summary: When a new resident joins the night shift, her coworkers watch her relationship evolve from seemingly perfect to quietly concerning over the years. As tensions in her marriage begin bleeding into her work life, the people around her start paying closer attention ā especially John Shen, who canāt ignore the growing feelings he has for her and a few women that like to poke their noises into others business.
a/n: ahh I love and hate this one. Idea was good, but writing it was awful (apologies in advance for a poor writing skills in this one)
The first time you walked into the ER, you looked completely overwhelmed. Your fresh third year resident badge was clipped crooked onto your scrubs, your drink was shaking in your hand, and your wide eyes kept darting around the department like you were trying to memorize everything all at once before someone realized you had no idea what you were doing.
Which, honestly, every person on your first day at new work felt.
That was obviously a lie cause by stress. You know what you were doing. You spend some time before at the ER, already used to the chaos and loud noises.
But you looked especially nervous. Sweet nervous.
The kind of person who apologized when someone else bumped into you.
āMove, move, trauma incoming!ā a EMT shouted as a gurney flew through the ambulance bay doors.
You immediately stepped out of the way too fast and crashed straight into someone solid.
Gentle hands steadied your shoulders before you could spill your drink all over yourself.
āWhoa, honey,ā you heard a soft, womanās voice. āYou okay there?ā
You nodded quickly, turning around to face a blonde woman in navy scrubs.
āOh my God, Iām sorryāā
The woman laughed immediately. āAnd she apologizes for everything. Great. Weāre keeping this one.ā
Your face warmed in embarrassment. āSorry.ā
That only made her laugh harder.
āIām Dana,ā she said, fixing your crooked badge without asking. āDay shift charge nurse. You must be our transfer resident.ā
āY/N.ā
āWell, Y/N,ā Dana said, already steering you toward the nursesā station, ārule number one: stop looking like youāre about to throw up. Nobody knows what theyāre doing half the time anyway!ā
You let out a shaky laugh, feeling your nerves loosen a little.
āThis is Lena,ā Dana told you. āNight shift charge nurse and the only reason this ER still functions after midnight.ā
Lena rolled her eyes. āThatās dramatic.ā Then she looked at you and immediately softened. āYouāre ready to start?ā
āIf Iām not gonna faint,ā you admitted quietly, embarrassed.
āAww.ā Dana clutched her chest dramatically. āSheās adorable.ā
You looked horrified by the attention. āPlease donāt call me adorable.ā
āToo late,ā Lena said with a grin.
That shouldāve embarrassed you more than it did, but something about them immediately made the knot in your chest loosen. Or maybe it was the fact that you already got to know someone and a bit of hope that youāre not gonna feel alone hear bloomed in your chest.
The first shift was brutal.
Two traumas in the first hour. A scared mother screaming at doctors, overcrowded hallways and a quick pace that made you wonder if youāre really cut for it.
Still, you kept up.
By the middle of the night, you were charting at the nursesā station while trying not to look overwhelmed when someone slid into the seat beside you.
āYouāre the new resident?ā You glanced up.
The doctor standing there looked exhausted, but not like the others did with a coffee in hand that still held a few ice cubes.
āUh, yeah.ā
āJohn Shen.ā
You nodded quickly. āY/N.ā
His eyes flicked over the chart in your hands. āYou handled Trauma Two well earlier.ā
Your eyebrows lifted in surprise. āYou saw that?ā
āHard not to when you nearly argued with mother about whatās good for her child.ā
Your face immediately heated. āI wasnāt arguingāā
āYou were right,ā John interrupted calmly. āYou got through to her. She trust you now.ā
āOh.ā
A tiny smile pulled at the corner of his mouth when you looked genuinely shocked by the compliment.
āYou donāt have to look so scared all the time, you know.ā
āIām not scared.ā
John raised an eyebrow.
You sighed quietly. āOkay, maybe a little.ā
āThatās normal.ā He stood again, grabbing his chart. āYouāll survive if you keep it up.ā
āThanks,ā you said, a bit more certain now.
āGo check on them.ā
You nodded, quickly logging off and getting up from your seat, paddling towards the room.
āSo, you met Sweets,ā Lena noticed, pushing her glasses up on her head.
āYou already gave her a nickname?ā
Lena shrugged. āShe apologized to a crash cart earlier because she bumped into it.ā
John huffed quietly at that despite himself.
āAnd,ā Lena continued smugly, āshe looks like sheād cry if someone raised their voice at her.ā
āSheās nervous.ā
āAnd sweet.ā
āYou say that about every women here. Sheās competent.ā
Lena slowly looked over at him with the most knowing expression imaginable. āOh, you noticed that already?ā
āI notice things.ā
āMhm.ā
āShe handed trauma well.ā
āYou watched her in Trauma Two?ā
Johnās jaw tightened slightly when he realized he walked directly into that one.
Lena grinned into her coffee cup. āInteresting.ā
The first two weeks were hard, but you managed to keep up the peace. You got used to working at night at this point. You always find it good for you, ever since your her night shift at the gas station back when you were getting extra jobs in school.
Right now, you were helping a woman that came with awful burn in her hand.
John glanced unconsciously toward the room you you were in. He started noticing things about you after a few days. The way you were always better with female patients, the way you kept stickers in your pocket for kids, the way you did your drink ā not coffee, the green tea had more caffeine in it and how you loved a pump on dragonfruit syrup in it.
āSheās a good fit here,ā Lena said eventually, after seeing how Shen looked at you. āPeople already like her.ā
That was true.
The nurses loved you almost immediately. Mostly because you thanked everybody for helping you. You listened when nurses corrected you. You introduced yourself to housekeeping staff instead of ignoring them like some doctors did.
āShe just wants everyone around her okay.ā
The second the words left his mouth, Lena went completely silent.
Slowly, she turned her head toward him.
John realized too late how soft his voice had sounded saying it.
āOh my God,ā Lena whispered dramatically. āYou already like her.ā
āNo, I donāt.ā
āYou literally said that like you were describing a wounded baby bird.ā
John looked exhausted suddenly. āLena.ā
āWhat? You canāt fool me!ā
āSheās nice! You canāt not like her.ā
āSheās also very pretty.ā
John said absolutely nothing to that.
Which honestly was answer enough.
Your coworkers met your boyfriend about three months later.
He showed up at the end of one particularly awful shift carrying coffee and takeout because youād forgotten to eat again. He kissed your forehead while you finished charting, moving to grab your things from your locker. Rubbed your shoulders gently while you complained about a long night, promising you a good breakfast when you get home.
Everybody loved him.
āYou work too hard,ā he murmured softly while you leaned tiredly against him, short after the handover.
You smiled immediately. āI know.ā
John watched the interaction from across the nursesā station with an expression so bored and blank, that it was unusual for him.
Lena noticed instantly.
āOh, thatās painful,ā she muttered under her breath.
āHe brought her flowers too.ā
āJesus.ā
Your relationship looked good. Really good.
You talked about him constantly without even realizing it.
āMy boyfriend made dinner.ā āMy boyfriend stayed awake to pick me up after shift.ā āMy boyfriend says I need more sleep.ā
You sounded happy.
And honestly? It was all that mattered to John, while he tried not to care about any of that more than he should have. Unfortunately Lena cared enough for everyone.
āOh, Shenās in love with her,ā she announced casually one night while stealing fries from somebodyās takeout bag.
Peach, another good friend of yours, looked delighted immediately. āNo.ā
āYes.ā
āOh, this is excellent.ā
John looked exhausted already. āIām sitting right here.ā
āAnd suffering,ā Lena added smugly. āQuietly.ā
āOkay, so these are my choices,ā you say, showing off the first picture of the dress.
You swiped to the first picture nervously. The dress was soft satin. Elegant but simple. Long sleeves with a low back and tiny pearl details along the wrists.
Lena immediately gasped dramatically. āOh, you look gorgeous in that.ā
āI look pale.ā
āYou always look pale,ā Ellis informed you. āYou work nights.ā
You laughed quietly under your breath before swiping to the next dress.
This one was different. Bigger. Lace sleeves. More traditional.
Lena tilted her head. āMmm. No.ā
āNo?ā you repeated, looking surprised.
āItās pretty,ā she clarified quickly. āBut it doesnāt look like you.ā
You frowned thoughtfully at the picture. āWhat does that even mean?ā
Ellis pointed lazily toward the screen. āYou look uncomfortable.ā
You swiped again quickly. āOkay, this one Ethan liked.ā
Both of them leaned closer immediately.
The dress was huge.
Not ugly. Just⦠too much. Heavy beading, dramatic sleeves, layers and layers of fabric swallowing you whole.
There was a small silence.
Then Ellis said carefully, āHoney.ā
āWhat?ā
āThat dress is wearing you.ā
Your face scrunched slightly. āThatās what I said!ā
Lena pointed accusingly. āSee? Trust your instincts.ā
ou looked relieved immediately that somebody agreed with you. āRight? I said it felt kinda⦠overwhelming.ā
John glanced up from his chart despite himself.
Your face lit up while talking about wedding planning despite how exhausted you looked after shift. There was something warm about seeing you excited over tiny details. Flowers. Dresses. Cake flavors.
You deserved soft things like that.
Years passed strangely in the ER. Fast and slow at the same time.
One second you were the nervous resident everybody helped with procedures and next thing you were confidently leading traumas while teaching interns yourself. You stopped apologizing constantly. You got sharper. More confident. More sure of yourself.
But some things stayed the same.
You still kept stickers in your pockets for pediatric patients. Still remembered everybodyās coffee orders and got too emotionally attached to difficult cases.
And John still looked for you first every time he walked into a room.
Nobody missed that anymore.
Especially not Lena.
āYou know,ā she said one night while watching John unconsciously scan the hallway for you, āat some point this becomes embarrassing.ā
John didnāt even look up from his chart. āWhat does?ā
āThe fact youāve been in love with the same woman for like six years.ā
āIām not in love with her.ā
Lena stared at him blankly. āJohn.ā
He sighed tiredly. āSheās married now.ā
That part hurt more than he liked admitting.
Your wedding invitation had sat on his kitchen counter for almost two weeks before he finally forced himself to RSVP yes. He remembered watching you dance with your husband under soft reception lights while smiling brightly enough it physically hurt to look at you.
Back then, everybody thought you were happy.
The first signs were small enough that nobody fully understood what they were seeing.
You started checking your phone constantly during shifts.
Then came the tense phone calls outside and the way youād return from those calls quieter than before, shoulders tight, eyes exhausted.
Sometimes your husband still came by the hospital. But the sweetness people first noticed slowly started feeling⦠off.
One night he showed up angry because you picked up an extra shift.
āYou said weād have dinner tonight.ā
āI know, Iām sorry, but we were short staffedāā
āYouāre always here.ā
You glanced nervously toward the nursesā station because people were definitely listening now. āCan we not do this here?ā
āI barely see my wife anymore.ā
John looked up sharply from his chart the second he heard the edge in your husbandās voice.
You immediately lowered yours further. āIām trying.ā
And somehow that sentence felt wrong to hear.
Because you sounded guilty.
Like youād done something bad by being needed at work.
Later that same week, the ER staff tried organizing karaoke and drinks after shift. Everybody was exhausted, adrenaline high from surviving a brutal overnight trauma run.
āCome with us,ā Peach begged while pulling off her badge. āYou deserve one night out.ā
You hesitated immediately.
āOh,ā Lena said slowly, already noticing the look on your face. āHoney.ā
āWhat?ā you asked quietly.
āYouāre literally asking yourself for permission.ā
You forced a laugh. āNo, Iām not.ā
āYes, you are.ā Peach frowned. āDo you even want to go home right now?ā
You looked down at your phone automatically.
And that silence answered everything.
āI justā¦ā You swallowed slightly. āI donāt know if my husband would like it.ā
Lena stared at you for a long moment.
āWould he stop you?ā she asked carefully.
You laughed quickly. Too quickly. āNo, obviously not.ā
But then softer:
āHe just gets upset sometimes.ā
John felt something cold settle heavily in his chest listening to that conversation.
Because suddenly all the tiny things over the years started fitting together in ugly ways.
The constant apologizing. The anxiety. The way you checked in constantly like you were afraid of disappointing somebody.
āYouāre allowed to have a life outside your marriage,ā Dana said gently.
You smiled weakly. āI know.ā
But you didnāt sound convinced.
In the end, you still went home instead of karaoke.
John watched you leave through the ambulance bay doors while something painful twisted inside him.
Because the worst part was that you genuinely thought this was normal.
The first real fight happened in the middle of January.
It started because you forgot to answer your phone during a trauma.
A sixteen-year-old came in after a car accident and the entire department turned into chaos for nearly an hour. Blood everywhere. Nurses shouting vitals across the room. The smell of antiseptic and adrenaline thick in the air while you helped hold pressure against the kidās abdomen with trembling gloved hands.
By the time the patient stabilized enough to move upstairs, your scrub top was streaked with blood and sweat clung uncomfortably to the back of your neck.
You were exhausted.
And the second you finally checked your phone, your stomach dropped.
Eight missed calls, three texts.
Ethan: Where are you? Ethan: Why are you ignoring me? Ethan: Unbelievable.
John noticed the change in your face instantly from across the nursesā station.
āYou okay?ā he asked quietly.
You blinked quickly, locking your phone. āYeah.ā
Too fast.
Then your phone rang again.
You stared at the screen for a second before answering softly, āHey.ā
Even from several feet away, John could hear the anger in your husbandās voice through the phone speaker.
āYou seriously couldnāt answer once?ā
āI was in trauma.ā
āYou always say that.ā
You closed your eyes briefly. Tired already. āBecause itās true.ā
āDo you even care that I was worried?ā
āI do care.ā
āNo, you care about that hospital.ā
Your shoulders slowly tightened.
People around the nursesā station pretended not to listen while very obviously listening.
āI canāt do this right now,ā you whispered. āIām still working.ā
āOf course you are.ā
The line went dead.
You stood there frozen for a second staring at your phone.
John watched you rub tiredly at your forehead before forcing yourself to move again.
āYou should sit down for a minute,ā he said carefully.
You looked up quickly. āIām okay.ā
āYou look exhausted.ā
A weak laugh escaped you. āThatās because I am.ā
John hesitated for half a second before gently taking the chart from your hands.
āBreak,ā he said simply.
You blinked at him. āJohnāā
āFive minutes wonāt kill anybody.ā
Something about the calmness in his voice made your chest ache unexpectedly, because he was making space for you without making you feel guilty for needing it.
And you realized, suddenly and painfully, how long it had been since somebody treated you gently without expecting something in return.
It was freezing outside. Nearly six in the morning. Snow sticking to sidewalks while exhausted night shift staff slowly filtered toward the parking garage looking half-dead after twelve hours under fluorescent lights.
You stood beside your car looking stressed while trying your key again.
Nothing.
āSeriously?ā you muttered tiredly.
āYou need a jump?ā John asked behind you.
You turned quickly, startled. āOh my God.ā
āYou say that every time somebody talks to you.ā
A tiny smile finally appeared on your face. āSorry.ā
āThere it is.ā
You laughed quietly under your breath while cold air fogged around you both.
John stepped closer toward the car. āTry again.ā
You did. Still dead, unfortunately for you.
āOkay,ā he sighed. āPop the hood.ā
āYou donāt have to stay.ā
āMhm.ā
Snowflakes caught lightly in his dark hair while he worked beneath the hood without complaining once. His hands were already freezing red from the cold but he still calmly explained what probably happened while you stood nearby hugging your coat tighter around yourself.
Then headlights pulled sharply into the parking lot.
Your husbandās car.
The second he stepped out, the atmosphere changed immediately.
John noticed your shoulders tense before Ethan even reached you.
āWhatās going on?ā Ethan asked sharply.
āMy battery died.ā
āAnd heās helping you?ā
You frowned slightly. āYeah?ā
Ethan looked over toward John standing near the open hood.
āYou couldnāt wait for me?ā
Confusion crossed your face immediately. āWhat?ā
āI told you I was coming.ā
āYou said twenty minutes.ā You looked exhausted already. āJohn was just helping me.ā
The silence afterward felt uncomfortable.
Ethan smiled suddenly, but it didnāt fully reach his eyes. āRight.ā
John slowly straightened beside the car.
āI got it working,ā he said calmly. āBattery connection was loose.ā
āThanks,ā Ethan replied shortly.
You looked mortified suddenly, catching the tension. āJohn, Iām sorryāā
āYou should get home. Roads are getting bad.ā
Then he walked away before either of you could answer.
You watched him disappear across the snowy parking lot feeling something painful twist unexpectedly in your chest.
Because somehow, in less than ten minutes, John had made you feel more cared for than youād felt in months.
And you didnāt know what to do with that realization.
The night you finally admitted it out loud, you were sitting in the ambulance bay beside Lena at four in the morning sharing vending machine coffee after losing a difficult patient.
āI think Iām done,ā you whispered suddenly.
Lena looked over immediately.
āWith Ethan.ā
Lenaās expression softened instantly. āHoney.ā
You stared down at the paper coffee cup between your hands.
āI donāt even think heās a bad person,ā you admitted quietly. āI justā¦ā
You swallowed hard.
āI canāt breathe around him anymore.ā
That sentence nearly broke Lenaās heart.
Because nobody should describe marriage like suffocating.
āYou deserve peace too,ā she said gently.
Tears burned instantly behind your eyes hearing that.
Like you genuinely forgot that was an option.
A month later, you signed divorce papers.
And somehow the world didnāt end afterward.
You cried for some time, more about breaking your rutine than losing your husband. But underneath all the grief, there was relief too. Quiet relief settling into spaces inside you that had been tense for years.
You started to laughed easier again, staying after shifts for drinks sometimes and stopped checking your phone every thirty seconds.
And one night after work, you found John sitting alone outside the hospital near the ambulance bay drinking terrible vending machine coffee while early morning sunlight slowly turned the sky pale gold.
āYouāre still here?ā you asked softly.
John glanced up immediately. āSo are you.ā
You smiled tiredly before sitting beside him on the concrete step.
Cool morning air drifted softly around you both while ambulances hummed faintly nearby.
Then quietly, you said:
āI signed the papers today.ā
John went still beside you.
You looked down at your hands. āThe divorce papers.ā
Finally John asked softly, āHow do you feel?ā
You thought about it honestly.
āSad.ā
A pause.
āBut lighter too.ā
John nodded once slowly.
Like he understood exactly what you meant.
You looked over at him then. Really looked at him.
The exhaustion beneath his eyes. The quiet steadiness in him youād leaned on for years without fully realizing it. The man who never once made you feel difficult for existing.
And suddenly you smiled slightly.
āWhat?ā he asked cautiously.
āLena told me something.ā
John immediately looked suspicious. āThatās never good.ā
A soft laugh escaped you.
āShe told me youāve been in love with me for years.ā
John froze completely.
You watched genuine panic flash across his face for maybe the first time ever.
āIām gonna kill her.ā
āNo, youāre not.ā
āShe talks too much.ā
āYou didnāt deny it.ā
John looked away toward the parking lot for a second before quietly admitting:
āNo.ā
Your chest tightened painfully hearing it out loud.
Some time ago it would scare you. But now, a part of you found it safe.
You stared at him for another long moment while sunlight slowly spilled across the hospital walls around you.
Then softly, almost shyly, you asked:
āIf you waited this long alreadyā¦ā
John looked back at you immediately.
āā¦do you think maybe we could try?ā
For a second he genuinely looked stunned.
Then something warm and disbelieving softened across his face so gently it almost hurt to look at.
āYou sure?ā he asked quietly.
And for the first time in years, the answer came easily.
āYes.ā
Secrets From A Girl
frank langdon x f!nurse!reader. you overhear two new nurses talking about how attractive langdon is, oblivious to the fact that youāre his wife. reader is only (slightly) petty, she finds it funny. reader is also kind of obsessed with pizza? idk go with it. they love to bicker as flirting - peak married couple. no warnings, but sexual implications. no use of y/n. [1.5k words]
hey if you ever get round to writing for jack abbot could I request a fic where maybe he and reader have been dating secretly for a little while and finally decided to tell everyone? thank you!
A/N: thank you for the request!! This is my first time writing anything for Jack so I can only hope I wrote his character okay!!
WARNINGS: includes mentions of erectile dysfunction and sex.
BLURB REQUESTS ARE OPEN!
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āOh, one more thing, although cleared for discharge, Room 4 might be occupied for a while. 23 year old male just found out heās got erectile disfunction⦠heās pretty upset.ā You grimaced at the day shift as you swung your backpack over your shoulder, fingers returning to tap on the nurses desk.
Langdon blew out a breath. āYeah, thatās pretty devastating news at that age.ā
You hummed. āUnfortunately, thatās what happens when you take six tabs of Sildenafil from a random street dealer in the space of thirty minutes.ā
Whittaker frowned, his hands involuntarily crossing over his crotch. āWhatās uhā whatās the average age for that to start naturally?ā
You pursed your lips to conceal your amusement and looked down at your booted feet. Santos waved a hand. āYouāre safe for now, Huckleberry. Itās most commonly associated with men over forty.ā
Your head didnāt move but your eyes slid up to watch everyone elseās gaze turn to Robby and Jack. You had to bite the inside of your cheek harder, swallow down a laugh that was threatening to bubble up your throat.
Robby nodded onceāa bit self-deprecatinglyāat his residents and students and lulled his head to look at Jack. āYeah, weāre not far off.ā He muttered.
The dragon's wildfire.
Baelor Breakspear x wife!reader
Summary: Baelor refuses to touch you when you've had a drink. You decide to torture him for his nobility.
walk him like a dog, sis
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Baelor's head barely tilts up as you come crashing into his solar.Ā
You, the ever joyful wildfire that you were, practically skipped towards your husband with the brightest smile he'd ever seen. "My husband. There you are."
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Dr. Jack Abbot x the office!younger!female!reader (2nd person)
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Youāre sat in the conference room, in front of the camera, just as youāre used too for the documentary.
āToday is what we can call a quiet day⦠that means we have nothing to do⦠except work, and itās boring so I decided to do nothing instead. Jim joined me, and thatās how we end up making believe to Dwight that KGB agents wanted him dead.ā
You pause in your saying, looking right up at the camera, before losing it completely and start laughing.
āHonestly, I donāt know why we didnāt do it earlier, because man, that is so funny. He doesnāt know it yet, but in 15 minutes, Jimās going to offer him a cup of coffee, which he will declined, because he doesn't trust him, but he kind of trusts me, and my baked goods.āĀ
Cut to you offering Dwight a homemade cookie.