Coy: Dean Archer x Reader
Tagging: @kmc1989 @helsinkibaby @hufflepuffgirl @mimi-8793
Releasing early as a birthday gift to my babe @mandy426
Dean found out his wife was cheating on him when he discovered he had syphilis during a routine medical check. He tells you that after you've been trapped in an elevator together for over three hours. He’d exhausted all of the small talk options after the first two so now the you’re digging into the real stuff, the stuff you don’t even tell your best friend because you’re terrified they’ll murder someone on your behalf.
You’d already disclosed how you found your husband fucking another woman on a sheepskin rug in the cabin you owned together. So it was his turn and well that’s apparently that’s the secret he chose to disclose.
“It’s gone now though right?” You say gesturing towards the lower half of his scrubs and he gives you an offended look. “You’re not just walking around sowing your wild oats…”
“One, that would be horribly irresponsible if I didn’t get treated and secondly I do not ‘sow my wild oats’.” He says making bunny ears with his fingers.
“I just assumed, an intelligent, attractive man like yourself would have a busy social calendar.” You say, tucking a stray strand of hair back behind your ear.
“Yea, Netflix and medical journals.” He responds before backtracking. “Wait you think I’m attractive?”
“Dean, don’t be coy.” You say, kicking him lightly in the knee with your shoe.
“I’m not.” He tells you, his cheeks colouring as he tilts his head back towards the ceiling and closes his eyes. “I can’t remember the last time someone told me they found me attractive. It’s usually grumpy, egotistical…”
He laughs before he tips his head towards you, his eyes meeting yours.
“I’m not selling myself am I?”
“Do you feel like you need to?” You ask him and he frowns before he shakes his head.
“No I…” He trails off before he looks at you a little differently. “I’ve never felt like that with you, it doesn’t feel like trying. Hell I’ve just told you I’ve had syphilis so I think we can discern I feel pretty damn comfortable around you.”
“Yea.” You say with a sigh, tucking your hands into your pockets. “Comfortable.”
“I’ve said something wrong.” He says quietly. “I didn’t mean…”
“No.” You say softly, shrugging your shoulders. “It’s just, I’m not the girl that gets the guy. I’m the weird one that cuts up bodies in the morgue.”
“You do a valuable job, we learn things from that, people get closure.” You give him a look and he realises he’s doing it again, saying the wrong thing. “I’m not explaining myself well.”
“No you are.” You say with a smile that doesn’t meet your eyes. “I understand perfectly.”
Silence falls between the two of you and now it’s his turn to sigh because he’s never been good at communicating, not when it comes to the important stuff. Up until three hours ago you were just a colleague, the woman he had a thing for. And now…
“I’ve always thought you were beautiful.” He tells you because you took a risk and now it’s his turn. “And it has been intimidating actually, because you’re also smart and funny. The perfect package.”
“You don’t have to say that.”
He can tell you don’t believe him, why would you? You’re ex-husband spent years lying to about his affairs. He knows how that feels, how it erodes at your self-worth. He also knows that sometimes actions speak louder than words.
“I mean it.” He tells you, his fingertips tilting up your chin so that he can look into your eyes. “I never thought I had a shot with you.”
“We’re idiots aren’t we?” You say softly as his thumb traces over the apple of your cheek.
“We are trapped in an elevator.” He agrees, his nose trailing along the length of yours. “And I’m terrified what other secrets I may end up spilling if we stay in here any longer.”
“You wanna do something other than talk?” You ask him and he smiles against the corner of your mouth.
“Yea.” He whispers, his lips brushing over yours. “I think I would.”
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WHY
❗️❗️❗️❗️Major Spoilers for Chicago Med, Season 9❗️❗️❗️❗️
OKAY, SO, as my username suggests, totally in love with Dean Archer (yes, ik it's a questionable choice, but the daddy issues made me do it) and I thought maybe I'd be safe and the writers would not give him a love arc, and if they did it would be with Hannah (which, I would have lived with) BUT NO, THEY PUT HIM WITH THIS RANDOM MARGO CHICK? I THOUGHT I WAS SAFE. Now I have to see him love someone else (I'm so delusional, send help)
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Archer and Charles went against patients' wishes before so not judging Ripley quickly.
It's time to explore Charles mistakes as a young doctor too.
Why is Med forgetting Halstead was a surgeon before becoming an ER resident?
Ahmad has a lot to learn: manners, figure how to navigate hospital protocols and help patients without losing her license.
Marcel needs to be more firm with the residents. It's nice he's friendly, but them respecting his authority is more important.
Will had more experiences than Ahmad. Hope her character is more than being another Will.
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6.So girl, leave your boots by the bed, we ain't leaving this room.
With Dean Archer, please
Tagging: @kmc1989 @helsinkibaby @hufflepuffgirl @mimi-8793
Your first night with Dean Archer you don’t leave his apartment for over twenty four hours. You spend hours in his bed, his lips chasing over your skin, his skilled hands exploring your naked form as he makes you come over and over and over again.
By the time he’s finished with you, you know you’ll never look at another man.
It happens again the next time the two of you are off shift and then the next until it gets to the point where you’re keeping stuff at his place because it’s easier than going home.
“At this point you may as well just move in.” He murmurs into the curve of your throat, his hands are chasing under the t-shirt you’re wearing, his Navy t-shirt. It’s become the clothing you sleep in when you stay over and Dean, he loves seeing you in it, almost as much as he loves having you around. “You’re already taking up fifty percent of my closet.”
“Do you mean that?” You ask him as your hips rock lightly against his. “Or are you just saying it because I have you in a compromising position?”
“I mean it.” He smiles, his head coming to rest on the back of the couch, his grip on your waist tightening as he arches up against you. “I want to spend every single moment of my spare time doing this.”
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