summary: when john tries to teach you what he thinks is a valuable lesson, you end up feeling betrayed.
warnings: swearing, angst, lil bit of fluff
words: 774
a/n: so sorry i've been gone so long, i missed you guys!!! i wanted to come back with something short and angsty woooo, this is based off a greys anatomy episode, hope you guys enjoy! xo
You could hear the words of that man’s poor family pounding in your ears as you walk down the corridor, fighting back tears. His daughter looked heartbroken as she accused you of killing her dad. Carol tried to stop you but you waved her away as you made your way up to the second floor landing, you needed some air.
You close your eyes as you take in a deep breath of the crisp air. You were so distraught that you didn’t hear the door close, didn’t hear anything until he spoke up.
“You know, if you jump, all you’ll get is a broken leg and I’ll have to be the one to look after you. Now, you don’t want that.”
You let out a watery scoff, “come to gloat, Carter? Or do you wanna yell at me too? If you do then get in line.”
Carter sighs as he stands next to you, “I’m not here to yell at you, I only push you because I know you can be a great doctor.”
You sniffle, wiping your nose, “well, I guess that I let you down.”
“Hey, don’t do that,” he nudges his shoulder against yours, “no, you didn’t.”
“Yes, I did. You told me to keep him alive and I failed.”
“Stop it,” his voice is firm but not unkind, “we’re doctors, not miracle workers. People are going to die, even if we do all we can, we can’t stop it,” he sighs when you sniff and he pulls you into his arms, “it’s okay. It’s gonna be okay,” he strokes the back of your head, resting his chin ontop of your head, “can you look at me?”
When you burrowed further into his chest, he reached out, placing two warm fingers beneath your chin so you’d look up at him, “you’re a great doctor,” his thumb wiped away the tears that streamed down your cheeks.
You should have stopped him when he leaned in but you needed the comfort more than anything right now. The kiss was gentle and he handled you carefully. Right now, he was nothing like the man who watched you like a hawk in surgery and snapped at you when you made a mistake. When his tongue snakes into your mouth, he pulled away like he’d been burnt.
“I, I’m sorry,” he scrubbed a hand over his mouth, “I shouldn’t have done that.”
“It’s not like I was pushing you away.”
He scoffs, “even so, that was inappropriate.”
You nod, you understood and you agreed with him but it made you deflate all the same, “you can go ahead and clock out early.”
“Okay,” you stood on your tiptoes to press a soft kiss to his cheek, “thanks, Carter.”
It took you a couple of weeks to get back into the swing of things, everyone was so nice to you – even Benton. Carter, on the hand, avoided you as much as he could. You never thought you’d miss him pissing you off and bossing you around. One day, you couldn’t take it anymore and you stormed into the lounge, making him jump and slosh some coffee over himself.
“What the fuck, Y/N?”
“Why are you ignoring me?”
He sighs, rubbing his temples, “because I feel guilty.”
Damn, you didn’t expect him to actually admit it, “over what? We kissed once, that was it! It’s not like we slept together or anything.”
Carter flushed red at your words, “I don’t feel guilty about that, it’s about the patient that died.”
“You mean the patient I let die? You don’t have to feel guilty about that, you told me to keep him alive and I couldn’t.”
“His condition was terminal, Y/N.”
“What?”
“I knew he was going to die, nothing you could have done was going to save him.”
You freeze, feeling like someone had just doused you with freezing cold water, “but you made me sit with him and run all the tests. You told me that he’d better be alive in the morning!”
“I know,” he mumbles.
“Why? Why would you do this to me?!” you felt betrayed and hurt, you and Carter didn’t get along but you never thought he could be this cruel.
“Because! You get too invested, you’re too careful of making a mistake, I wanted to teach you a lesson. You’ll thank me for it one day.”
You scoff, “I doubt that,” you shook your head and headed for the door.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m going to talk to Greene about transferring.”
“Don’t do that,” he moved to touch your shoulder but you stepped away, “stay away from me, Carter. I’m serious.”
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I haven’t watched The Pitt yet, but my TikTok is filled with so many edits. I’m lowkey becoming obsessed with Jack Abbott. Should I watch this and write some oneshots? Decisions, decisions…
you guys are gonna have to tell me what this means 😭 if I laugh at something someone says to him, he immediately looks at me and starts laughing before responding 😭😭 am I delusional?
you guys are gonna have to tell me what this means 😭 if I laugh at something someone says to him, he immediately looks at me and starts laughing before responding 😭😭 am I delusional?
summary: carmy helps you with your stress in the middle of service.
warnings: fluff, swearing, smut, mdni!
words: 1k
a/n: thank you for the idea anon! hope this is okay, hope everyone enjoys this one and lmk if you would like to request anything! xx
You were so frustrated, tonight had been stressful, between Carmen yelling and the dickhead customers, you were just about to lose it. As you walk back up to the pass to grab another plate, Syd glances over at you as she plates a beautiful looking fillet of salmon.
“You okay?”
You let out a laugh with no humour as you push your hair off your sweaty forehead, “just peachy, girlie,” you thank her as she passes you a container of water. It was warm and kind of gross but you still drank it like you hadn’t had anything in days.
“Hey, sweetheart,” Richie nudges your shoulder, “table seven needs you.”
You sigh, “see ya,” you mumble to Syd as you walk over to the table.
You recognise the customer, he’d been in here a few times, you weren’t sure what his occupation was but he was stinking rich and somehow there was always an issue, but he kept coming back. He looks furious as he pushes the steak towards you.
“This isn’t cooked enough.”
Carmy was in charge of the meat tonight so you knew it was perfect, plus you’d seen enough episodes of Hell’s Kitchen to know when steak was cooked or not. But, you humoured him and inspected the steak.
“You asked for a rare steak. Sir, that is a perfectly cooked rare steak.”
This only served to enrage the customer further and he flung the plate off the table, making you jump and he stood up, pointing a finger at you. Before he could go off on you, Carmy was at your side, standing slightly in front of you.
“What’s the issue?” his voice was tight like he was trying not to lose it.
“According to this bitch, the steak is perfectly cooked.”
Carmy didn’t look at you as he picked up the ruined dish and looked down at it, jaw clenching, “get out of my restaurant.”
“What?”
“I said,” Carmy started, his voice shaky and quiet, “get out of my fucking restaurant. You can’t come in here, insult my staff and throw things around like a fucking child. So, get out and don’t come back.”
The customer gets up at the look on Carmy’s face, mumbling curse words beneath his breath as he stormed out. Carmy took your hand and led you into the office, shutting the door behind him.
“I’m sorry, today’s just been a really rough day.”
“Hey, hey,” he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest, “I ain’t mad, mama.”
You relax, wrapping your arms around his middle, burying your head in his chest, “that guy always spends a fortune in here, what if he posts a bad review?”
“So what if he does? I won’t have anyone speaking to you like that,” he pulled back slightly to press a kiss to your lips.
“I should get back to work.”
“Absolutely fucking not, take a break baby. You’re too tense, let me help you relax.”
Heat pools between your legs and across your cheeks as his blue eyes watch you, waiting for your consent.
“But, it’s the middle of service.”
“So?”
You laugh at his reply, a break did sound good right about now, “yeah, okay.”
With a grin, he sits you on his desk, spreading your legs so he can stand between them, “sorry, baby girl. I don’t have time to give you the whole thing, I’ll make it up to you later,” he promises as he unbuttons your shirt.
You giggle, fingers tangling in his hair, “well, I probably won’t last very long anyway.”
“Why’s that?” he mumbles against your skin as he kisses the valley between your breasts.
“I’m ovulating.”
His eyebrows shoot up and the corner of his mouth lifted up into a smirk, “yeah baby?” he purrs as he opens your shirt and pulls your bra down, callused fingers rolling your nipples until they harden, sending a jolt of arousal through you, “that why you’re so frustrated? She need me, huh?” he pulls up your skirt, pressing his thumb against the wet spot forming on the front of your panties, rubbing in slow large circles. His lips close around your nipple, making you moan as you hold his head in place.
“For someone who is so short on time, you sure are doing a lot of teasing,” you whine.
Carmy chuckles against your chest, his laugh vibrating through your body, “you’re right, my bad baby,” he pulls your panties down, cursing beneath his breath as he sees your arousal glistening, “such a perfect little thing.”
He coats two fingers in your arousal before opening your legs a little wider as his fingers slide in easily. You moan, gripping his wrist as he slowly fucks his fingers in and out of you.
“Shit, look at her swallowing my fingers, baby,” his dirty words cause your insides to clench around his fingers, “woah, baby. Easy, easy,” he coos, his thumb rubbing circles against your clit.
His eyes darted from where his fingers were disappearing into you, to your face. He pressed a kiss to your lips as he increased his pace, hitting that one spot that made you see stars.
“Fuck, you’re so pretty like this,” he mumbles.
“Carmy,” you whine, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten.
At your helpless moan, Carmy got to his knees and replaced his thumb with his tongue. Your fingers fly to his hair as you arch off his desk, his fingers dig into your hips, holding you in place as his tongue plays with your clit before he sucks at it softly.
You cry out his name, desperately tugging at his hair as your thighs clamp around his ears and you cum against his mouth and fingers. Carmy works you through it, pressing one last wet kiss to your centre before he pulls your underwear back up and helps you straighten out.
“Back to work baby,” he teases as he presses a kiss to your mouth, smacking your ass playfully.
ahh so happy youre writing again what about carmy fingering waitress reader in the office at the restaurant in between service whispering your ear a bunch of praise he’s so hot
hiiiiiii! yeahhhh I really wanted to write something for him, omgggg yessss! I love this idea, he is so sexy 🥵🫶
