#keanetti

[codeblackfan2020]

OTP Asks (Keanetti)

-Who buys flowers for the other

Like Ethan Mario buys Noa flowers when they fight or he screws up and sometimes even for no reason at all

-Makes the other Coffee or Tea

Mario always Makes Noa tea in the morning even if they don't have shifts together

-Who eats the most Candy on Halloween

Noa definitely and Mario takes care of her afterwards when she has her invevitable sugar crash

- Who always tries new recipes

Both I feel like they would cook together as a bonding activity!

- Who geniunely like pineapple on pizza

Noa

- Who wears hats on special occasions

Both of them but they pretend to hate it in front of everyone but each other

- Who likes 90's R&B

Both of them they always turn some on in the car and while making supper

- Who likes long walks on the beach

Noa she loves Cuddling up to Mario's side as the ocean breeze whips through her hair

-Who buys wacky picture frames

Noa

-Who compares themselves to fictional/celebrity couples

Like Rox and Ethan neither of them have any interest in that stuff

- Who can Solve a Rubik's cube

Noa

- Who would wear Hawaiian shirts on vacation/during summer

Noa and she makes Mario wear them much to his chagrin

- Who wears mismatched socks because they can't keep up with pairs

Mario

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[valeofboobs]

Noa: Still not flirting.

Mario: Babe, we're at our wedding.

[silentstormthings-blog]

Multicouples Collab || Wasted Love

[sgtford]

Maybe there was a pulse all along, we just didn’t feel it. Maybe you should have done the ultrasound.

                            Just shut your face, okay?

[chasingblue57]

who would have thought

notes | Savettean future fic, some fluff coming your way!

title | who would have thought

"You look like hell," Noa greets, wearing an amused smirk of a grin as he dark eyes sweep warmly over Mario's hunched form while he makes his way into the bedroom.

He's still in his scrubs, covered with blood and a myriad of other stains and tears, when he collapses onto the open left side of the bed, face down with a groan that has her laughter through her admonishment, "No work clothes on clean sheets!" even though it's a rule they're both equally bad at following.

Mario doesn't actually get up, but he does at least folk over onto his side, watching her over the bags settled firmly beneath his eyes, the expression he's wearing the very definition of dogged.

It gets her attention.

Sighing a little worriedly (because good shift Mario sasses back and bad shift Mario just looks at her with that kind of expression), Noa sets aside the book she's been reading and fixes him with that clinical, careful doctor's gaze, all patient but piercing, waiting for him to spills his guts to her the way their patient's usually do. It gets a quirk of a smile from him, just briefly as he recognizes what she's doing, and then it's gone again, replaced by whatever has him so exhausted and miserable.

"Lost a patient tonight," he finally grunts, morose, before heaving himself up to avoid holding her gaze any longer. Mario busies himself with tugging off his socks and throwing them in the general direction of the hamper, where both articles of clothing completely miss their target and land amongst the joint mess of socks, old scrubs and sweats. Neither of them is particularly good about corralling in their dirty laundry after a long day at work.

"Do you want to talk about it?" She hasn't actually moved yet, still tucked up against a pair of pillows, watching him sympathetically, letting him come to her the way she always does (and the way he always does in return). It's just how they work.

And Mario knows he could talk about it, because they often do, but honestly, he's mostly fine. Tired, emotionally drained and unhappy about the outcome, but the wounds were well past critical when they came in and at least he'd helped give her enough time to say goodbye to her family. "Not tonight," is the answer he settles on, knowing Noa won't push for one but will worry until he gives it, and then starts trading the rest of his work clothes for some pajamas. Once he's got on a pair of flannel pajama pants, he drops back onto the bed, shaking his bad mood off to smile sincerely up at Noa. "How was your day?"

Noa huffs, eyes rolling at the question. "I spend it in bed, reading medical books and practicing sutures so I don't get rusty." Sure enough, she nods toward the dresser, where he notices a stack of neatly folded scrubs, no doubt patched up with some of the best sutures any ER has ever seen (neither of them are particularly domestic people, but they don't really throw out clothes because of rips).

Mario just laughs and wiggles a little close, bring up a hand to brush against her swollen stomach, while Noa shakes her head, clearly still in a bad mood about being placed on best rest for the last three weeks of her pregnancy. It's only been three days since their surprise visit in their own ER and she's not taking the lack of activity well. "It's going to fly by," he reassures her, pressing a kiss to the top of her stomach before maneuvering himself forward to give her a kiss as well. "Before you know it we'll both be at home for six weeks, more tired than after any double shift at Angels."

That at least coaxes a smile out of her. "At least I won't be bored then."

She talks a big game, but he'd seen how worried she was three days ago, barking orders at some of the residents in a way that had definitely made Dr. Rorish proud (even if she'd also had to firmly remind Noa that she was the patient, not the doctor). "I think we're going to miss being bored," Mario muses, taking a second the contemplate on how on earth he managed to get to this place in his life.

Who would have thought, way back in his first year, that not only would he survive residency at Angels Memorial but come out on the other side with a full time job at the same hospital, a great group of friends and a brilliant woman who understood him, didn't take any of his crap and was willing to start a family with him?

God knows he wouldn't have.

[starry-eyed4]

Am I like the only one here who ships Noa and Mario? They even kissed in the season finale and sort of confessed to each other, so cute.

[codeblackfan2020]

Your OTP Tag

Keanetti (Code Black)

-Spends so much time in the bathroom that they make themselves late:

Mario surprisingly or perhaps not so surprisly 🤣 Noa pretends to be annoyed but Mario knows that she is pretending

- Picks the movie when they Netflix and chill: They both take turns but Noa always ends up falling asleep halfway through and Mario ends up watching her sleep

-Makes Coffee in mornings: Mario but Noa doesn't like Coffee so he always makes her favorite Tea

- Surprises the other with breakfast in bed:

Again Mario he loves taking care of Noa and spoiling her any chance he gets

-Plans Date Night:

-Both although Mario with a little help from Ethan and Angus

-Can't stand the others Siblings:

Neither

-Acts like a baby when they are sick:

Noa but like stated before Mario loves taking care of her

-Spends Way too much Time in the snack Aisle of the Grocery Store:

They both don't snack very much but when they do they take forever to pick what they want

-Busts out the dance moves when drunk:

Noa

-Takes in a Stray Cat:

They both don't have the time but go and see Rox and Ethans all the time

- Drives 600 Kms to See the other:

Mario

- Secretly loves Nose/Forehead Kisses:

Noa

-Keeps a diary or blog:

Noa she has been keeping one since her recovery from starving herself when she was a dancer

-Always waits for the other to Fall asleep:

Mario he's always afraid that if he falls asleep first when he wakes up it will all be a dream

-Leaves the toilet seat up/light on:

Mario and Noa is always getting after him about it

- Is too Clumsy for their own good:

Noa although she finds it embarrassing Mario finds it cute and endearing it just makes him love her more

-Gets a sunburn while the other gets tan:

They both burn 🤣🤣

-Makes the other late for work because 5 extra minutes of Cuddling is absolutely needed:

Noa especially when she tired not that Mario minds Leanne begrudgingly lets it go everytime

-Gets terrible road rage:

They both do

-Says lol at the end of every text:

Noa when she's drunk or tired

-Texts with Emojis:

Noa

-Talks dirty

Mario

- Is more self conscious:

Noa despite what Mario always tells her

-Picks out all the of the good stuff from the Chex mex:

Noa much to Mario's annoyance

- Starts a snowball fight:

Mario

- Is actually afraid of Deep water:

Noa

-Takes UNO way to seriously:

They are both competitive so game nights with Reathan are memeroable

-Writes the others name in the sand:

Mario surprisingly Noa rolls her eyes but secretly she loves it

-Apologizes first:

Mario even when he doesn't know what he's apologizing for

- Gives the other the look when they have crossed the line:

Noa

Remembers that thing that happened 2 years 7 months and 24 days ago:

Neither unless it's something positive or worth remembering

- Tries to teach the other sports:

Mario and like Rox Noa tries teaching Mario dance

- Would be the best, most invested parent ever:

Both

- Could probably sleep for 7 days straight:

Both especially after particular long shifts and especially in each other's arms

- Rage quits video games:

Noa she doesn't understand why Mario likes them so much

- Drives 20 minutes for those amazing Chocolate Chip cookies at the truck stop:

Noa

- Holds the biggest grudges:

Neither

-Writes the other a to do list:

Noa

- Is the Big Spoon when Cuddling:

Mario

@complicatedships

[chasingblue57]

jealous

notes | Just a short tag into The Devils Workshop, when Mario gets jealous. Probably will expand with a follow up sometime :)

title | jealous

"Oh I'm sorry did that hurt," pulls Noa's focus back from Russell to Mario immediately, gaze narrowing as she takes catches his dismissive gaze. There's something there that gets her figurative hackles raised, the light tone of a moment ago dropping away as she digs in her metaphorical diagnostician heels when he rejects her concerns.

Mouth settled into a firm line, she insists. "He has pain in his malleolar zone and he can't bear weight."

Mario doesn't relent and neither does she. This, she thinks briefly as they stare at each other, stuck in their impasse, is their problem. They're both stubborn, forceful people who are good at what they do and hate to be wrong. Most days, when they're working together on a problem, it makes them a force to be reckoned with but somedays, like today, it makes them a disaster. Two immovable objects who aren't willing to sacrifice their pride to yield.

At least that's what she thinks until Mario pulls off his gloves with a snap, his dark eyes blazing with something fierce that she doesn't quite recognize until the words tumble, a little callously, off his tongue. "Alright, fine. If you want him, he's all yours."

Everything tumbles into place as she watches him retreat, shoulders squared stiff and without a single glance back: he's jealous.

Some dumb jock tries to flirt his way through a chemistry test and Mario Savetti is jealous because she smiled and interacted with her patient and did her damn job.

Noa resists the urge to roll her eyes or heave a sigh as she turns back to her patient, smiling reflexively now, without any of the admittedly fond amusement of a minute ago, thoughts distracted by scene that's just played out. Stubborn idiot.