#george o’malley x y/n

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𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: george o'malley x reader 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you're george's best friend. after a night of drinking, you two hook-up, then try to pretend it never happened. prompted by @grimeslovebot!! 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬: fem!reader, surgery intern!reader, george isn't married/a cheater, drunk sex, unprotected sex, sort of angsty/cliffhanger ending, pt 2 coming soon 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: ~1.7k

It had been a hard, long week at Seattle Grace Hospital. You had spent most of it in the clinic, which wasn’t very exciting, but it had put you on Bailey’s good side, which was always a good thing.

George, on the other hand, had been given a chance to scrub in on an incredible surgery and the patient, unfortunately, hadn’t made it. It had upset him, losing someone so young, and he had been sulking around the halls the past few days.

“Why don’t we do something fun tonight?” you suggested, sensing that his mood wasn’t going to get better without a gentle nudge. Like all the other surgery interns, the job often took a toll on him, and only another intern was capable of understanding their pain.

“Like what?” he asked, not looking up from the chart he was reading.

“I don’t know…Go to the bar with the other interns?“ you suggested.

George looked up at you with a fond look on his face. “You mean, like we do all the time?”

“I’m just brainstorming!” you defended, but you couldn’t help smiling.

You and George had immediately gotten along at the beginning of your internship, and had been inseparable friends ever since. All it took was a certain expression on his face, or a specific tone of voice for you to know exactly what he was thinking. You were smiling, because you knew that fond look on his face meant, ‘I know you’re trying to cheer me up, and going to a bar with Karev is not the right approach.’

So, you tried again. “Or we could go back to the house, watch a movie, have some drinks and snacks? I think Meredith is on call tonight, anyway, so the house will be quieter than usual.”

He notated something on the chart, giving you a nod. “Sure, that sounds nice. Uh, I have to go run some labs, but I’ll see you at lunch?”

“See you!”

It was a few hours later when George put his tray down next to yours on the cafeteria table, flopping down into his seat with a sigh.

“Drinks tonight is just what I need,” he said.

You gave him a sympathetic smile, patting his arm. “I’ll stop by the liquor store after my shift.”

“You’re the best,” George said, and his tone was so sincere, combined with that fond look in his big, brown eyes, it made your face flush.

The moment was ruined when Meredith came to the table, practically slamming her food down as she began to rant about her drama with McDreamy, and you were grateful for the distraction.

George was your best friend. Surely you weren’t interested in him…like that. George O’Malley, who was shy and awkward, who was into all his nerdy shit, who made you laugh more than anyone else, who knew you better than anyone…

Well, shit. That wasn’t a great revelation to have in the middle of your work day. You were falling for your best friend.

Meredith’s voice faded to the background as you processed it. Relationships within the hospital always seemed to get messy. You were co-workers, roommates, friends. If it went wrong, it would ruin so much. But if it went well...God, if it went well, it would be so perfect.

"Earth to Y/N?" George said, his fingers waving in front of your face.

You startled from your thoughts. "What?"

"Your pager is going off. Didn't you hear it?"

"Shit," you muttered, grabbing for your pager as you rose to your feet, already preparing to sprint.

"See you later!" George called after you as you ran from the cafeteria.

Later that evening, you changed out of your scrubs in the locker room before heading out of the hospital, stopping at the liquor store and picking up a few bottles of assorted drinks, making sure to grab George's favorite, as well as stopping at a gas station for snacks.

By the time you made it back to the house, your arms full of bags, George was there to help you bring the bags inside.

You picked a film while George mixed some drinks, curling up beside each other on the couch.

"Cheers to surviving another week," he said.

You smiled and clinked your glass with his.

The film you chose was supposed to be sci-fi, but there was an unnecessary romance plot thrown in, and the drunker you got, the more frustrated you became.

"If the world was fucking ending, I would be less concerned with getting laid," you quipped, rolling your eyes at the television.

George was also pretty tipsy by that point, and he laughed. "I think it's sweet. I mean, he's clearly been in love with her for a while. If you thought you weren't going to live much longer, wouldn't you want to seize the opportunity?"

You hummed, considering it. “But what if the world doesn’t end? And now you’ve just made things awkward.”

“Or you’ve made things better,” George said. He had a giddy smile on his face, like he was genuinely daydreaming about the concept.

“You thinking about someone specific?” you teased, nudging him in the ribs playfully.

“Shut up,” he replied, his cheeks flushed, not just due to the alcohol.

You broke into a grin, his lie obvious. "Oh, you are! Tell me, tell me," you chanted, words slurred slightly as you nudged him repeatedly, even sneaking your hands out to tickle his side.

He yelped, batting uselessly at your hands. "No! There's nothing to tell!" he insisted, but his giggling didn't make the words sound very convincing.

Somehow, you ended up halfway in his lap, still poking and prodding at him and demanding to know his little secret, too tipsy to care about the close proximity, or about the fact that his answer might not be who you wanted it to be.

Thankfully, his answer was just what you wanted, and it didn't even come verbally. In a last ditch effort to get you to stop assailing him, George had grabbed your face and pulled you in for a clumsy kiss.

The movie wasn't even half-finished, but it was totally forgotten as you and George got to your feet, stumbling through the house and towards his bedroom, each moment where your lips weren't pressed together spent giggling.

There were no words necessary, your mouths too occupied with kissing to bother. George had already grown hard in his pajama pants, the imprint of his well-sized cock clearly visible through the plaid fabric.

You laid down on his bed, fingers fumbling to remove your top, and George pulled his own shirt over his head with a big of a struggle, the heat of the moment combined with the liquor making every movement desperate and uncoordinated.

It wasn't long until you both completely naked, tangled in his bed sheets. He held your face with so much care, thumb stroking your jaw as he kissed you.

"Youhave no idea how long I've wanted this," he breathed, lining his cock up with your entrance. "Since the ice breaker before our internship, I swear..."

"Me too," you replied. "Didn't even realize how bad I needed you, but it's always been there."

You two both moaned as he entered you, your fingernails digging into his back. It felt so good, the stretch of his cock filling you. It was a blessing that no one else was home to hear the way the bed creaked, the way you gasped and how he groaned.

As he fucked you, George used his thumb to rub circles on your clit, bringing you close to orgasm as he approached his own.

"Fuck," you breathed. "I'm gonna—"

"Me too," he said.

It didn't long for you to both be finished, laying spent on his flannel bedsheets. From the alcohol and the rush of adrenaline, you both fell asleep like that, naked and cuddled together.

***

When you awoke the next morning, you immediately felt the headache before your eyes had even opened. Weren't you too old, too mature to be getting hungover like this? And you were on-call today, which was just the cherry on top.

Or, so you thought. The real cherry on top was when you opened your eyes and say none other than your best friend, George O'Malley, laying next to you.

Fuck, you thought. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

You jumped out of the bed, and your head pounded in protest. You ignored it, too occupied with the fact that you were naked, your clothes strewn about George's bedroom floor. You gathered them up hastily and snuck out of his room, dashing into your own.

You took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down. Maybe George wouldn't remember! Maybe you could just move on, pretending that it had never happened.

It was wishful thinking, though. Once you had showered, gotten ready for work, and eaten some semblance of breakfast, George emerged from his bedroom, still shirtless, and nearly bumped right into you in the hallway.

"Morning," he said, sounding exhausted. "What the hell did we drink last night?"

"Don't remember," you replied. "I gotta go. See you later!"

You weren't being very subtle. Izzie, Meredith, and Cristina kept questioning why you were acting jumpy, flustered, and hungover.

"Did you go on a date?" Izzie asked.

Meredith chimed in. "Was it someone here?"

"Oh, don't tell me you're screwing an attending, too," Cristina said.

"I just didn't get much sleep," you replied.

Thankfully, your pager beeped and gave you an excuse to leave. You went to the room you were summoned to, expecting to find a patient in need or an attending who wanted you to scrub in.

Instead, you found an empty room with none other than George O'Malley standing in it.

"Hey," he said.

"Hi," you replied, fighting the urge to run right back out of the room.

"So, when I was getting dressed this morning, I noticed the, um...Well, the scratches on my back. I just want to make sure...It was you, right? Like, I didn't do something totally stupid?"

"It was me," you said. "And who says it wasn't stupid? We...We're friends, George, we shouldn't...I mean, I don't want to lose that."

George's face fell slightly, and you focused your gaze on the floor to ignore it.

"Of course," he replied. "Yeah, no, you're right. We were drunk, anyway. It didn't...It didn't have to mean anything."

"Cool. Well, uh...I'll see you later."

You rushed out of the room, refusing to look back at him.

(there will be a part two, don't worry!!)

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[specialagentlokitty]

George x reader - finally

Hey do you still write for greys anatomy? And if so would you mind doing a George O’Malley x reader fluff? It doesn’t have to be anything specific, just fluffy. Please and Thank you :) - Anon💜

Sitting on your bed, you yawned slightly as you rubbed your eyes to look at the clock. It was only midnight you still had hours before work.

Groaning, you slowly got up and padded to your door, heading downstairs to make a drink while you stretched and hopefully managed to fall asleep again.

“(Y/N)?”

You turned to the living room where George was laid on the couch with a thin blanket covering him.

“Hello…” you mumbled.

You padded into the kitchen with him following behind you.

Getting a glass of water, you downed it and set the cup in the sink before turning back to him.

“It’s late why are you awake?” He asked.

“Dunno… why you asleep on the couch…?”

He laughed awkwardly and rubbed the back of his head with a sheepish smile.

“Izzy and Meredith got drunk, now they’re asleep in my bed.”

You nodded you head and looked outside to where snow was gently falling.

“It’s cold…”

“Yeah.” He nodded.

Walking over, you held out your hand and he gave you a confused look.

“Hand.”

George shyly looked away but set his hand on your and you begun to lead him through the house.

“Where are we going?” He whispered.

“Shhh.”

Leading him upstairs, you led him to your bedroom and closed the door, letting go of his hand you crawled back under the covers while he awkwardly stood there.

“Uhm.. I don’t.. I don’t know what you want…”

“Sleep in here.”

He nodded and walked over to the couch in your room to sit down on it.

Seeing this you pointed at him, making his stop.

Once you had his full attention, you lifted your cover and pat your bed.

“It’s freezing George come here.”

“I.. it’s okay!” He rushed quietly.

Getting up, you huffed and grabbed his hand, pulling him over to the bed.

You knew full well the temperature was going to drop again, and you knew that currently the heating in your room wasn’t as good as the others.

Laying back in bed you held onto his hand and smiled up at him.

“George, it’s okay.”

He didn’t say anything for a few minutes, then he awkwardly nodded, climbing into the other side of the bed.

You beamed brightly and gave a small sigh as you set your head back on the pillow, and he did the same, both of you facing one other.

“Why are you shivering?” He asked.

“Cause it’s cold.” You whispered.

You heard him moving around, and unsurely an arm went around you, covering you in the blanket he had wrapped around him.

“Is… is this okay..?”

You shuffled forward, tucking your head underneath his chin with a smile on your face.

“Yeah…” you whispered back.

He nodded, and wrapped his arm fully around you, cocooning the pair of you in the two blankets.

You quickly fell back asleep and not long after he did as well.

When you woke up, you realised you were still tucked into his chest, but you could feel George playing with your hair.

Smiling, you didn’t make any attempt to move or let him know that you were awake just yet.

“I need to tell her…” he whispered.

“Go for it.” Izzy whispered back.

“What if she doesn’t like me…?”

“George she does! Just tell her!”

You heard the woman leave, then the door close and George sighed heavy. He pulled you a little tighter into him and you smiled even more.

“George…?” You asked.

He froze, grip loosing round you.

Looking up at him, you beamed and shuffled up a little bit.

“I do like you.”

Leaning up, you kissed the corner of his mouth and rolled away to the other side of the bed.

“Seriously?” He grinned.

You turned to face him and nodded and he quickly came over, his face just inches from yours.

“I’m glad. Wanna go out?”

“Yes.”

George grinned and leant down, connecting his lips to yours.

He’d been waiting for this day for a while

#greys anatomy #greys anatomy x reader #greys anatomy x you #george o’malley

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

can you do a Alex Karev x reader where the reader has a nightmare please

Night Shift

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy Pairing: Alex Karev x Reader Characters: Alex Karev, Reader, Meredith Grey, Derek Shepherd, George O’Malley, Izzie Stevens Word Count: 1000 Rating: Teen Summary: Alex has a long day and an even longer night.  Tags/ Warnings: Night Terrors, Dreams, Bad Dreams, Nightmare, Love, Established Relationship, Relationship, Caring, Mentions of Childhood, Pls Ignore the living situation, Patient Death, Death of a Child, Crying, Sobbing, Requested Fic, Requests, Alex is so cute, Cute, Fluff, Angst, Notes: Here sweetie x [updated 9/22]

Alex’s eyes were so heavy he felt as if he had suitcases underneath them rather than bags. His main patient of the day had been a four-year-old kid who had coded out of the blue on the table during a basic operation. They had tried for over an hour to bring her back but they had failed. Alex had had to leave the OR and tell a mother she was never going to hold her baby again. It had broken him. He had spent a lot of the evening in a supply closet trying to stem the tears that kept flowing for long enough so he could check up on his other patients. He had managed just barely before he grabbed his things from the locker room and then left for home without seeing anyone he knew.

When he got home Izzie and George were in the kitchen, chatting and giggling, which made Alex’s stomach turn. He could hear Meredith and Derek coming through into the living room so he darted upstairs determined not to see anyone. He went into the bathroom and stripped down to nothing and then climbed into the shower, hoping to wash the day away. He dumped his clothes in the laundry basket after he had done and made his way into his room. Y/N was there sleeping soundly, so much so there was drool on the pillow. He chuckled, it was a comforting sight after the day he had just left behind. He climbed in and sidled up next to Y/N who rolled over and allowed him to mould into them.

Alex inhaled. The smell of shampoo and strawberry shower gel filled his nose. It was heavenly. He didn���t think, he didn’t allow the day to take over him but instead focused on Y/N’s breathing. The exhaustion of the day pulled him under almost immediately.

He woke violently. He came to in a daze and for a moment he was unsure where he was but he could hear screaming. Loud screaming. There was a thud and he looked up to see Izzie standing at his door. As Meredith came up behind her looking concerned Alex turned to look at Y/N who was violently thrashing in the bed next to him with a scream that could pierce an eardrum.

Izzie and Meredith started rabbiting in his ear but Alex paid them no attention as he gently tried to shake Y/N awake.

‘Don’t wake-’ Meredith said

‘Of course, he should wake Y/N!’ Izzie scolded.

‘You should just make sure they’re safe. Like a seizure.’

‘Are you crazy?’ Izzie said.

‘No, Izzie’s right,’ Derek said appearing at the door. Alex ignored them all.

‘Y/N,’ he whispered, ‘wake up, it’s okay. I’m here.’

‘Shake harder Alex!’

‘Flash a light!’

‘Will you all get out!?’ Alex yelled, ‘I know what I’m doing okay?!’

‘Alex,’ Y/N mumbled. Bright eyes shone at him through the dark as Y/N came to. Alex could hear the troops retreating and mumbling to one another about Alex’s bad temper but he didn’t care.

‘What happened?!’ Y/N said sitting up confused.

‘You had a night terror,’ Alex said, ‘well I think.’

‘Did I?’ Y/N said. Their chest was heaving and there was fear written all over their face.

‘Yeah, you don’t remember?’

‘No…’

‘Well, that’s good right?’

‘I don’t know. I don’t think so. I don’t feel right. Something’s wrong.’

‘Like what?’

‘I don’t know. I just-’ Y/N started though their expression changed halfway through.

‘Are you okay?’ Alex asked. Without warning, Y/N burst into tears and couldn’t stop. Y/N’s body racked with sobs as Alex held them close to him whispering anything reassuring he could think of.

‘It’s okay,’ Alex said putting his arm around Y/N. Y/N nodded They sat there like that for a good twenty minutes before Y/N pulled back with a sniffle, ‘I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I don’t know why I am so upset. I don’t even remember what happened in my dream.’

‘Well it was a night terror they’re a bit more physical than a bad dream,’ Alex said, ‘my mom used to have them when I was little.’

‘Oh, Alex,’ Y/N said sadly, ‘I’m sorry. I had no idea.’

‘It’s not your fault,’ Alex said, ‘they’re not something that you can help.’

‘No, but sometimes you might like not having to look after everyone.’

‘It’s okay,’ he said with a smile pulling Y/N in for another hug.

When they stopped embracing Y/N looked up at Alex with a gasp.

‘Alex, you’re crying,’ Y/N said. Alex looked at Y/N before dabbing his eyes and seeing that he was in fact crying as well. He hadn’t realised and like Y/N he didn’t know why.

‘I am. I guess it’s been a long day,’ Alex said.

‘Yeah,’ Y/N said. They took a hand and wiped it gently along Alex’s cheek and then leant up and kissed him.

‘Well, at least I’m not the only one.’

‘Only one what?’ Y/N asked.

‘Who looks after people. We’ve got each other.’

‘Yeah… come on let’s get some sleep,’ Y/N said pulling back to lay down on the bed. Alex followed suit.

They were just about to settle down when the door swung open and George appeared.

‘What O’Malley?’ Alex said.

‘I heard screaming,’ George said with a yawn, ‘but I was in the bathroom.’

‘Go back to bed George,’ Y/N said with a smile, ‘Alex has taken care of everything.’

#my writing #greys anatomy #greys #greys anatomy fic #greys fic #alex karev #alex karev fic #alex karev x reader #night shift

[dracos-eternity]

High School Sweet Hearts

George O’Malley X Reader Smut

Anon Request- Can I get a George O’Malley Smut (It can be X Reader or an OC) with some fluff? Yes, yes you can. I am in love with this man and would be happy to give you this fic. REMEMBER PEOPLE I WRITE FOR ANYONE, IT MAY TAKE TIME IF I’M UNFAMILIAR WITH THEM BUT I’LL DO IT TO MY BEST ABILITY.

Summary- You and George were madly in love in high school, but different colleges made things hard. Now your starting your medical internship at the same place as the beautiful blue eyed boy. (This is in season 4 where George is repeating his internship and it’s [Y/N’s] first year, you are a year younger than George. Oh, also, he’s not in love with with Izzie and he’s not married to Callie.

Warning-Smut, fluff, angst, cursing

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“Oh fuck, I’m sorry.” I bend down, grabbing the textbook from the floor. I look up, stomach dropping and a pang of hurt hitting my heart. “G-George?” I stare into the blue eyes, tears welling in my own. 

“Alexis?” His voice rings through my ears, that night flooding my thoughts.

“George, please, we can make this work.” I grab the boys arm, tears streaking my face.

“No, Alexis, we can’t. We’re done.” He snatches his hand back, tears coming down his face and voice breaking. The boy walks away, leaving me on my porch, broken and alone. My broken sobs rack through my body, tears soaking my shirt.

“Alexis?” George breaks me from my flashback. I shove the book in my locker, ignoring him and getting ready to go meet my resident. I walk out into the hall, meeting my resident, waiting for her to begin talking. I notice George go off into the group of interns following a doctor, I assume she’s his resident.

“I have five rules.Memorize them. Rule number one, don't bother sucking up. I already hate you.That's not gonna change.” The blond resident, I’ve learned her name is Dr. Stevens, begins speaking. “Trauma protocols, phone lists, pagers.The nurses will page you.” She points at things on the desk, labeled with our names. “You answer every page at a run--a run.That's rule number two.” She begins walking off. “You're supposed to follow me.” We quickly grab our things and follow her. “Your first shift starts now and lasts 36 hours. You're grunts,nobodies,the bottom of the surgical food chain. You run labs,you write orders,you work every second night until you drop, and you don't complain. On call rooms.Sleep when you can,where you can. You know,but not with anybody. Not attendings-- especially not attendings. Sleeping with attendings--not a good idea.” We glance at each other, confused by her words. “Where was I?“

“Um,rule number three.“ I respond.

“If I’m sleeping, do not wake me unless a patient's actually dying.The dying patient better not be dead when I get there,because not only will you have killed someone, you will have woken me for no good reason. Are we clear?” We all nod and I raise my hand. “Yes?” She looks at me. 

“That was four rules. You said five.”

“Rule number five,” Her pager goes off, causing her to move through us and begin walking out of the on-call room and begin running. “when I move, you move.” We follow behind her, running. I’m snatched into an empty on-call room. I lock eyes with George, trying to pull out of his grip. He pins me to the door, his hands on my wrists and keeping them against the door above my head.

“Alexis, please, just listen.” I stop fighting and sigh, waiting for him to continue. 

“What George, what could you possibly fucking want, come to break my heart again?” 

“No,” His face softens and he looks into my eyes. “I’m sorry, I regret it. Every fucking day since I left you has been hell. I miss you, Alexis, I really fucking do.”

“George,” My expression softens, staring into his eyes. “I missed you too.” He leans forward, closing the space between us and kissing me. I kiss back, the kiss quickly becomes heated as he places one hand on my waist, the other on my cheek, keeping me close. I pull back, taking off his shirt. “Fuck me, George, fuck me.” 

“A-Alexis, are you sure?” I nod, biting my lip. “Are you still a virgin?” I nod my head again. 

“George,” I cup his face in my hands making him look into my eyes. “I love you, always have, I want you to be my first.” He picks me up, laying me on the bed and sliding off my pants before sliding off my shirt, leaving me in my underwear and bra. He kisses me again, slowly kisses me again. I gasp and let out small moans as he finds my sweet spot. “Georgie.” He keeps kissing down my body, stopping at the top of my panty line. He looks up at and kisses my neck again, he hooks his fingers on the sides of my panties. He looks up at me, asking for permission. I nod and he slides them down, he slides his own pants down, boxers following suit as his rock hard member smacking against his abs, abs, since when does he have abs? George O’Malley managed to get hotter. I let my eyes trail down, face turning red at the sight of him. He’s huge, who thought little Georgie was seriously packing. He chuckles and catches my attention.

“You gonna keep staring or do you want me to fuck you?” I smile, biting my lip, pulling him close and kissing him again. He lines himself up with me, looking at me for approval again. I nod my head and he begins to slide into me. 

“Ah, shit.” I whine at the feeling, he slowly stretches me out. He slides all the way in, stilling to let me adjust. “Please move, George, please.” He slowly slides in and out of me, the pain slowly becoming pleasure as I moan out his name. He leans down, kissing my neck. The knot forms in my stomach and I grab at his back and shoulders, my walls clenching around him. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” He speeds up, grabbing my legs and angling me to where he hits my g-spot in every stroke. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” 

“Who’s making you feel this good?” He questions.

“You, you are George.” I moan, cumming on his member.

“Fuck, Alexis.” His hips stutter before he cums inside me, his hot seed filling me up. He pulls out, laying beside me and smiling. “That was-”

“Amazing.” I finish his sentence. He turns on his side, looking at me. 

“So, you wanna go get coffee or something later?” I giggle at the boy, kissing him.

“Of course, I’d love to.”

“Good.” Our pagers go off, causing us to groan and stand up, getting dressed.

“Bye, love.” I kiss his cheek, slipping out the door.                   

#george o'malley #greys anatomy #smut #george o'malley smut

[katelyn--renee]

Jealous Heart

Title: Jealous Heart

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy

Characters: Alex Karev, Reader, Meredith Grey, Christina Yang, Izzy Stevens, George O’Malley, Malcolm Ramsay (OC)

Pairing: Alex x Reader

Words:  ± 1600

Description: Alex’s jealousy leads to something interesting.

Created for @anyfandomgoesbingo​ Square Filled: Jealousy

Rating: Rated M for Mature.

Warnings: Nothing really; maybe a bit of fluff. A bit of bullying/teasing.  Author’s Note: There is no beta and this is my first Grey’s Anatomy fic. I hope you enjoy! Please comment your thoughts and share the love! Your feedback gives me life! :)

A shout out to @writeyourmindaway​ for the amazing dividers! Thank you!

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“Careful, Evil Spawn, your jealousy is showing. People might actually think you’re human.” Christina Yang taunted, teasing her colleague and tossing a piece of popcorn toward him. It hit Alex in the arm and dropped to the floor beside the wheelchair he occupied. He glared at the assaulting food as the other interns snickered and smirked, their laughter filling the empty hallway. 

Karev scoffed and rolled his eyes at them, sneering at Yang. “Yeah. Whatever.” He grumbled, gripping the handles of the wheel chair a little tighter, and swiftly turning away from the other interns. He heard them muttering and giggling behind his back, and so he turned back, face red with annoyance. “I just - I don’t get it, what does that guy have, that I don’t?” He argued, gesturing wildly behind him toward the entrance of their hideaway. “The dude is a tool!” 

The four other interns exchanged thoughtful looks, very much enjoying their antics. “Good hair,” Izzy chimed in first with a shrug, stating the fact as if it should have been obvious. She smacked George in the arm, who nodded in agreement, “Great hair, actually. Like, it’s always just so perfectly, well-groomed…” Izzy made a few hand motions for added effect, touching her own head of blonde hair. She made a few more side comments about his rugged good looks and broad shoulders.

“Talented hands.” Meredith added to the list, but then quickly corrected herself before anyone got the wrong idea. “He’s a world-class surgeon.” She shrugged, glancing at Alex who shook his head, feeling betrayed. He scoffed again.

“A heart.” Christina stated bluntly, stealing a laugh from Meredith who shook her head and instantly tried to hide her smile for Alex’s sake. “A soul. Decent human emotions.” She continued, the laughter bubbling up again around them.

Alex had heard enough and he stood up, “Screw you guys.” He grumbled, storming off in the opposite direction. This only made Christina laugh even more, mocking him with a pouty lip and fake teary eyes.

“I’m sure he doesn’t give people syphilis either!” George called out after Alex, who replied with a few choice words of his own, flashing him the finger over his shoulder.

He couldn’t believe them. They were supposed to be his friends! They were supposed to be on his side and agree with him, not make him feel worse about the whole situation. But maybe they were right? What chance did a guy like him have against a guy like that? 

As if the universe were mocking him, a portrait of Dr. Perfect stared down at him at the end of the hall. He sneered at it before turning down the next hall, heading for the lobby at the front of the hospital.

He paused at the main nurses station, collecting a patient’s chart in an attempt to distract himself with work. He looked over the information and tried to make sense of the numbers in front of him. But, no matter how hard he tried to focus, it did little to ease his racing mind and jealous heart.

With a huff of annoyance, he closed the chart and put it back into the slot, clenching his jaw. He scrubbed a hand over his face, trying to force away his frustrations. He scratched at the stubble accompanying his jawline. What the hell was he doing? He shook his head, annoyed and angry with himself. 

A familiar, adorable giggle reached his ears and seized his heart; it was a sound he’d recognize anywhere. He followed the beautiful sound and glanced in the direction of the grand staircase, spotting (Y/N) standing near the bottom of the steps with none other than the tool himself, Dr. Malcolm Ramsay; Dr. Perfect. 

Alex watched their exchange from afar and his lip curled with anger as the jealousy bubbled up inside of his chest, making his blood boil. It coiled and twisted inside of his stomach, making him feel sick. She looked so excited and bubbly and happy and it pissed him off knowing that it wasn’t him who made her feel that way. How could he?

He watched with disdain as the man touched her arm, affectionately squeezing it. She giggled and scrunched her nose up, making it crinkle cutely. Alex clenched his hands into fists at his sides, his jaw set. He had to look away, his stomach - and heart - couldn’t bear to watch anymore. 

Leaving the nurses station, he rounded the next corner and paused, making a decision. He couldn’t wait any longer, he needed to know; for his own sanity, he needed to know why she felt the way that she did and why it had to be him.

He waited impatiently for her, pacing the small section of hallway and earning himself a few odd looks from nurses and passing doctors. He would turn expectantly at every passing set of footsteps, only being met with disappointment. One particular set of footsteps caught his ear and when he turned to confront them, he was met with the (Y/E/C) that he adored so much.

Grabbing her by the arm gently, yet firmly, he tugged her into a nearby supply closet and shut the door with a loud bang. “Alex, what the hell?” (Y/N) gasped with a confused expression on her face. She rose a curious brow at the other intern, his back still to her. “Alex, what’s going on?” She asked again, hesitant to know the answer. Something was wrong.

“(Y/N) we need to talk.” Alex finally spoke, his voice agitated and a bit shaky. He turned to face her then, his expression hard and serious. He had his hands on his hips and his breathing was erratic, his chest rising and falling quickly, but he said nothing else.

(Y/N) made an impatient face as the silence built between them and she folded her arms under her breasts, sighing “Okay?” She questioned, dragging out the word with annoyance, “Alex, you’re being weird. What the hell is going on?” She asked with a huff, her lips pressed into a solid line. “Look, Alex, I’ve got work to do. Bailey is going to kill me if I don’t get these charts finished. Spit it out.” 

His stomach was in knots, doing cartwheels in his abdomen. His tongue felt like concrete in his mouth, too heavy to move. Fuck. Man up! Talk to her! “Why do you like him?” Alex blurted out suddenly, his brow pinched together and his eyes stern.

(Y/N) frowned heavily at him, “Excuse me?” She asked, confused and slightly offended by his assumption. “Like who, Alex? You’re not making any sense.” She rolled her eyes at the man.

“Don’t act like you don’t know. I saw how cozy you just were with him, giggling and doing that nose scrunch thing you do.” He stated, gesturing to her nose and face, clearly upset. 

“What?” (Y/N) scoffed at him and shook her head, her (Y/H/C) swaying with the motion. “You’re being ridiculous.” She muttered and moved to step past him, but he stepped in her path. “Alex.” She huffed, annoyed by his antics. 

“Answer the question; why do you like that tool? I need to know.” Alex insisted, his eyes searching hers for an answer. 

“Alex, move.” (Y/N) tried again, but Alex kept his stance firm and planted his feet. It became very apparent to her Alex wasn’t about to let this go any time soon. She looked away from him, her tongue making an annoyed clicking sound in her mouth before she huffed, giving in. “He’s not the one I like, Alex.” She admitted, forcing herself to look into his eyes.

Alex frowned at that, his confusion only growing stronger. “W-what, who then?” He asked, his tone not as harsh as before. He crossed his arms, trying to rack his brain and figure out who this mystery guy is. His face was scrunched and pinched between his brows, straining.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, her expression softening a fraction. She studied his face, her eyes wandering over his handsome features and eyes full of so much emotion. “Do you really not know, dummy?” She stated, the softness of her voice catching his attention. There was another drawn out pause. “Do I have to spell it out for you?” She smiled a little at him, raising her brows in an attempt to silently fill in the blanks for him.

Everything began to click into place and his face began to relax at the realization. Alex swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat with her confession, his eyes falling to her lips briefly before meeting her eyes. A hint of a smile hitched up the corner of his mouth before he closed the distance between them, his hands cupping her face. Their lips met, hard and desperate to taste each other. They’d been dreaming of this day, the pair of them dancing around their feelings for months and now… now it was actually happening.

Alex’s heart was racing inside of his chest, pounding so hard he thought it would burst from his chest and flop onto the floor. He had to break away, but didn’t go far, their foreheads still pressed together. He smiled and laughed softly, sounding a bit breathless. Her hands were on his chest and he wondered if she could feel his heart pounding there. He rubbed her cheeks with his thumbs, his fingers cradling the back of his neck. 

“Does that answer your question, dummy?” She muttered and laughed softly, her lips connecting with his again in an affectionate peck. After a moment, she laughed again, “Wait, were you really jealous of Dr. Ramsey?” She questioned, teasing him with a raised brow. 

Alex rolled his eyes playfully, “Shut up.” He replied, silencing her giggles with another kiss.

Thanks for reading!! 

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[ibelieveindragons141]

Awesome

George O’Malley x reader

Summary: Some cute flirting after meeting in a bar after a hard day.

Word count: 617

Warnings: Some very mild cursing

You glanced over at the guy on your left who slumped down beside you. He ordered a stiff drink from Joe and stared into it mournfully.

“Bad day?” You asked, observing his messy hair, rumpled clothes, and dark rings under his tired eyes.

He looked at you, startled. “Uh, yeah.”

You took a sip of beer. “What happened?”

“I got put on the Code Team. At your confused look he explained, “It means when someone calls a code blue due to the cardiopulmonary arrest of a patient.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, and I spent all day trying to save people, only to watch them die.” He knocked back his drink and signaled for another.

You snorted.

“That’s funny to you?” He stared at you, baffled.

“No! No of course not it’s just that I thought my day was bad. But it’s nothing compared to yours.”

“Why?” He asked, “What happened?”

You sighed, “I teach kindergarten to a bunch of entitled children with even more entitled parents.”

“Oh man, that must really suck.”

“Tell me about it,” you laughed. “So there’s this one asshole kid right? And he bullies this girl so today I put him in time out.”

He nodded. “Yeah of course.”

“Exactly! So he goes home and tells his parents that I’ve been abusing him so then they come in all high and mighty and start shouting at me like the arrogant asses they are. They even got the principal in to say that it was either apologize to the boy and his parents, or get fired.”

He blinked at you then spluttered out, “That, that’s not fair!”

You shrugged and took another drink. “I know, but what can you do?”

“What did you do?”

You studied him closely before answering, “I told them I’d rather eat hot nails than apologize.”

“Wow.” He breathed softly.

“Yeah I know, it was stupid. Trust me, you don’t have to say it, I’ve already heard it far too many times today.”

“What. No! I wasn’t going to say that at all.”

You narrowed your eyes, “You weren’t?”

“Are you kidding me? I think you’re awesome!” He flushed, “I mean, what you did- not that you’re not awesome, because you are. I just meant... oh geez. I’ve really screwed this up haven’t I?”

You hid your smile in your beer. “No, you haven’t ruined anything.... uh..”

“George.” He said, extending a hand.

You shook it, taking note of how warm and comforting they were. “Y/n.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, y/n.”

“And you, George.”

He gave you the most adorable little grin you’d ever seen and your stomach practically flipped over.

“Hey, Listen,” he began, glancing at the clock, “I have an early surgery tomorrow so I have to go.”

You hopped up too and said, “Yeah, I’d better head home, too. So the job hunt begins.” You laughed.

“Good luck.”

“Thanks.”

Just as you turned to leave he said, “Um, do you maybe want to do this again sometime?”

You leaned in and pecked him on the check. “I would love to.”

He gave you another goofy grin. “Cool, great, awesome, yeah.” He nodded enthusiastically.

“Same time tomorrow?”

“Right here?”

“Alright.” You smiled.

“Alright.” He echoed.

“Bye, George.”

“Bye, y/n.”

The next day, neither of you could stop smiling all the way up until you arrived at Joe’s bar.

When you walked in, he looked up and your eyes met like in the movies.

And at the same time you both whispered, “Awesome.”

A/n: I’ve just started watching greys and I am absolutely IN LOVE with George. Lmk what you think of this :)

#x reader #george o'malley #greys anatomy #barstool #meeting #cuteness #fluff

[blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms]

Date- George O’Malley

Pairing: George O’Malley x Reader

Characters: George O’Malley

Warnings: N/A

Request: Anon- first date with george o’malley?

Word Count: 455

Author: Charlotte

When you had first started your job at Seattle Grace Hospital, you had planned to keep your professional and personal lives separate but that was until you met your colleague George O’Malley. You were quick friends but even from the first meeting, you knew you would work perfectly well together as something more than friends. It soon became evident that you weren’t the only one that felt that way.

After a few months of talking to each other at work and growing closer, he finally plucked up the courage to ask you out on a date and you said yes without a single doubt in your mind. You agreed on dinner at a local restaurant that wasn’t too fancy or expensive but was still a nice place to go on a date to. You were rather nervous about it, not wanting to ruin the good relationship that you had so far but you didn’t know that George was feeling equally concerned about the whole thing.

You didn’t let your nerves get in the way though. You got dressed up in something that was a far cry from your scrubs and met him outside the restaurant. It was a pleasant dinner with conversation that was general full of stutters and nervousness. Once the meal was done and paid for, George offered to walk you home. You didn’t want him to, feeling guilty about him walking across town in the wrong direction to his house but he was persistent, and you couldn’t deny that you weren’t glad to get a little longer with him.

Although your hands were clammy due to nervousness, you hesitantly took his hand, realising his were as well. The walk didn’t take too long but by the time you reached your front door, you were glad that you would soon be out of the bitter cold evening.

“You truly look beautiful tonight,” he said. “I mean… you always look beautiful but tonight… you… I… I mean.”

George stumbled over his words causing you to laugh gently.

“I know what you mean,” you said putting him out of his misery. “A dress and heels are practically the opposite to my normal scrubs that have more bodily fluids on them that anyone is comfortable with.”

He nodded his head. “Yeah that’s what I meant.”

“Don’t worry,” you smiled. “I had a really lovely night. I’d very much like to do something like this again, if you wanted to.”

A grin curled onto his lips. “I would love to.”

You offered him a gentle smile as you leaned in to press a soft kiss to his lips, shocking him but he quickly melted into the contact.

“I’ll see you tomorrow George. Goodnight,” you smiled.

“Goodnight Y/N.”

#Date #Anon #Request #George O'Malley #George O'Malley Imagine #George O'Malley One Shot #Grey's Anatomy One Shot #Grey's Anatomy Imagine #Grey's Anatomy #Charlotte

[im-a-mcsimp-for-mchotties]

Will you?-Derek x Reader

Summary: You and Derek have been dating for awhile, and he has something very important to ask you.

“I made reservations at 830 tonight for the little Italian restaurant down the street,” Derek says to you as you walk down the hall of the hospital. “Why?” He smiles at you. “Just because I love you and I want to have dinner with you. I’ll see you at 8,” he says and kisses you. George, your best friend, walks up shortly after. “What was that about?” You shrug. “He made dinner reservations at 830 ‘just because he loves me’.” George nods. “I see. Well I hope you two have fun tonight. Callie and I are going over to Meredith’s for dinner.” I smile at him. “You two are really good together, honestly.” He smiles at you. “Thanks. You and Derek are couple goals though, it’s like all the couples here idolize you guys.” I snort. “Yeah, suuuure. Whatever you say O’Malley.” He laughs. “Well, I’ll see you later. I’ve got an appy to do.” “Good luck 007,” you tease. He rolls his eyes at you. “Whatever, enema chick.” You laugh. “Hey, that was only one time because Bailey was mad at me!” He laughs at me. “Sure, one time that turned into 10 times! Okay, I really gotta go, or Bailey’s gonna have my head for being late. See ya, Y/N.” You smile and wave as he heads down the hall to the OR.

At 8, you and Derek leave and head to the restaurant. “I’m starving,” you say as you open the menu. “I think I’ll get the eggplant parmesan with a side of spaghetti,” you say to the waiter. Derek orders a plate of chicken parmesan and a bottle of red wine. He pours you each a glass. “So how’d that craniotomy on Mr. Tompkins go?” you ask him. “It went great, he’s recovering well. No complications. He was up and walking already when I finished evening rounds.” I smile. “That’s great!” Your food comes, and you both start eating. “God, this is the best eggplant I’ve ever had,” you say. Derek looks at you over his wine glass with a smirk on his face. You notice and give him a look. “I know what you’re gonna say. Don’t you do it.” He laughs and you smile. You finish your food and your wine, and you both leave the restaurant. “Let’s take a walk.” You look at him suspiciously. “What’s going on today? You’ve been acting really lovey dovey.” He smiles and wraps and arm around you as you walk toward the ferry boats. “Have you ever been on a ferry boat? Cuz I have a thing for ferry boats.” You laugh, “Yes, I’ve been on a ferry boat. I’m well aware you have a thing for ferry boats.” You get onto a ferry boat, and walk towards the front of it. “It’s actually really pretty at night,” you say. “Not as pretty as you,” he says from behind you. You turn around and are met with Derek on one knee, holding a ring. “When my mom met you for the first time, she gave me this ring, and said that my dad had wanted me to propose to the woman of my dreams with this ring. And you are. You’re the woman of my dreams, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to raise a family with you. So, Y/N L/N, will you marry me and make me the happiest man on the entire planet?” You grin, happy tears falling down your face. “Of course I will!” He stands up with a huge grin on his face, slides the ring onto your finger, and kisses you under the moonlight. “I love you so much Derek. I can’t wait to be Mrs. Dr. Shepherd, and have little children running around with perfect hair.” He chuckles. “I love you too, more than anything in the world,” he says and pulls you into his arms.

#greys anatomy #derek x reader #derek shepherd #reader insert

[selenaurrr]

To Hell & Back

REQUESTED: Yes

PAIRING: Matt Casey x Reader

WARNING(S): Swearing, Violence, Human Trafficking and Depression

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“Back already, all your old buddies are gone no action to solve.”

I slightly narrowed my eyes at her comment, but playfully brushed it off like it was nothing as pre-usual. 

“Oh, okay, I’m actually here to see Kim.”

Sergeant Platt is very tough on everyone, but every now and then she’ll have a soft side once in a blue mood, she nodded her head from behind the desk turning around and walking over towards the intercom buzzer, she buzzed herself through the gate and disappear for a momentarily. Kim and Platt walked back down the staircase through the gate and onto precinct floor.

“Hey Kim!” I said smiling giving her a quick hug then took a step back.

“I have a friend who works at the 911 dispatch operator, she had a chilling call that really bothered me, and I want your help on it; if that’s okay.” I spoke, “Yeah, sure.” 

“I’m actually here to see two of your officers, O’Malley and Jefferies.” 

Sergeant Platt tapped on the glass window behind the desk as she motioned for the two officers to come out and speak about to us. “Jefferies. O’Malley, this is officer Y/L/N.” Sergeant Platt introduced.

“Hey,” I smiled a bit.

“You with intelligence?” He asked placing a patrol radio back into the charging dock, “She wishes,” Kim mumbled underneath her breath thinking I didn’t hear her at all, I gave her a quick glare before looking at the men.

“Um, no, patrol officer.”

 “A friend of mine at the 911 dispatch operator gotten a call that you guys took, 322 S. Aberdeen West Loop.” 

“Yeah, sure.” He spoke slowly unsure where I was taking this, “I was just wondering why 19 - Paul?”

He strutted a bit, “We talked to the husband and wife who lived there. Wife said it was an accidental 9-1-1 call, nothing to report.” He said briefly looking at his partner then back at me.

“She said it was accidental?” Not buying a single word, “Um, okay, did you suspect domestic violence or?”

“No, ma’m” He shook his head, “No sign of abuse.”

“Did you interview them separately or?” 

“Hey! What is this?” 

I snapped out of my trace of thoughts to look at the other officer, “I’m sorry, I’m not checking up on you.” I stumbled over my words, “Isn’t that actually what you’re doing? Implying we just blew off our jobs.”

Tension filling the room now.

“I apologize, It’s really isn’t my intention to.” I shook my head, as I overstepped; “Yeah.” 

He looked at me not buying a single word I said, “Look I get it, bothering hormones..” He started chuckling as he trailed off the conversation, Sergeant Platt stood up from her desk and approached closer. I felt Kim holding onto my forearm holding me back a bit, the nerve us female police officers have to deal with on a daily basics with sexist comments from the men in this world. 

Sergeant Platt gave a look, he quickly shut up.

“There’s nothing there, husband and wife seemed happy. Um, no sign of anything wrong. We did our jobs and we left.” He shook his head, “That’s it.”

He motioned to his partner to follow him, leaving me to my thoughts.

With a stern face I headed for the front door of the district before getting stopped by Platt, “Oh no, oh wouldn’t do that.”

I turned around on my heels, “That isn’t your case. You can’t be doing follow-ups.”

I furrowed my eyebrows together, “Then I take it you’ll be coming with me?”

“She is she.” Sergeant Platt pointed to Kim.

Kim slightly nodded her head as she approached me, her and I walked off the  precinct floor and out the district doors, into the cold freezing winter crisp air, “I’ll drive,” I nodded my head, as I climbed into her vehicle; buckling up my seat belt over my chest. 

We arrived at the apartment complex building, I held onto a yellow folder as Kim opened the front doors for me to enter first, I thanked her and walked straight towards the elevator, she pressed the button; patiently waiting for the doors to open. Quietness between one another. Hoping the doors to open, but nothing was happening. She pressed it again, in hopes it’ll work.

Kim and I glanced at each other, I motioned her we take the staircase up to the floor. “Okay, the condo the 9-1-1 call came from condo 3B, owned by George Weller and Anne Weller,” I spoke glancing at the file in my hands then turned behind me to look at Kim who was very much walking too slow for my pace, “Are you coming?”

She scoffed underneath her breath.

Kim knocked on the door, “Chicago PD?”

She gave me a quick glance, and knocked louder; “George Weller, Chicago PD?”

Without hesitation I twisted the door knob and opened it, revealing that they didn’t lock their door. “That works too.” Kim mumbled underneath her breath, I glanced around the room to see blood. Making the both of us drawing out our weapons.

“Crossing.” I spoke walking carefully down the hallway briefly looking into each rooms, “More blood, Chicago PD”

“All clear here!” Kim said across the room, “Yeah, same here, no signs of sex or violence in the master, but there’s blood and urine.”

“Something happened here.” Kim mumbled confused, grabbing a hold of her radio in one hand, “21-02 squad.”

“Go, 21-02 squad.”

“Roll a couple of units and the mobile lab to 322 S. Aberdeen..” Kim trailed off.

“Hello,” I spoke approaching the front door to see a woman, “Is everything okay?That couple fights all the time.”

“Okay, have you seen them this morning?” I asked.

“No, I haven’t. I have been inside.” She spoke calmly before walking over towards the elevator pressing the button multiple times, “What is up with this elevator?”

“So, what do we got?” Voight spoke casually walking into the room, giving Kim a nod as he approached us more into the living room. “What we got is no idea.”

“A friend of mine who works at the 911 dispatch operator, she had a chilling call inside the condo asking for help. Patrol responded and reviewed the husband and wife before but we found the husband dead downstairs.”

Voight attention was on me, “And all this happened between the hours of the follow up?” 

“Yup, patrol saw no sign of disturbance.”

“The door was unlock when we got here, signs of a struggle inside and lots of blood trail.” Kim mentioned, “Oh yeah, someone took a heavy beating in that master bathroom.”

“I don’t know, I think the wife. The landline was in the bathroom and I’m thinking she took a beating and called 9-1-1, and then killed the husband. But it’s miles away from confirmation.” 

“There’s no cameras in the building and no witnesses so far.”

“Alright, let’s start with we locate the wife.” Voight ordered, nodded back.

“There’s our guys.” Kim sarcastically spoke, “C’mon.” He said.

“Hey” Voight said approaching the patrol officers closer and closer now, “Serg, this makes no sense.” The young police officer said.

“Okay”

“We were here for a few hours ago, if something had felt wrong we wouldn’t left.” 

“Listen you can’t always see these things coming. What I want to know is if you guys go inside the apartment.” Voight glanced over his shoulder looking into the apartment then back to the officers. “No, Mr. and Mrs. Weller at the door.”

Voight coughed.

“They were happy. Laughing, there were zero reasons to go inside.”

“Did you see anyone enter the building?” I asked flipping the file open showing the husband and wife’s photo. “Is that? Can I see that file?”

“Yeah?” I asked slightly confused.

“This isn’t?” He started to mumbled pointing his finger to the wife’s photo, “What’s going on?” Voight asked, suspicious.

“This isn’t the woman we spoke to.”

“That’s Anne Weller current I.D photo.” Now feeling more confused on what’s going on here,”The one we spoke to was younger. She was a brunette. She said her name was Anne Weller, that she was his wife. And we had no reason to question that. Should we get our fraternal order of police lawyers here?” 

“Gimme, a break.” I grumbled, turning around back into the apartment.

“That’s your first question? Yeah, I’ll probably give them a call.”

“So what made you do initial follow-up?” Voight asked standing beside me, “A feeling, I guess. I heard her in her voice.”

Voight nodded his head, patted me on the back before leaving the crime scene.

“So, if they didn’t talk to Anne Weller? Who did they talk to?” Kim asked as we made our way downstairs into the basement. “Hey”

“Well, you caught a weird one. George Weller, here. Dead were he lies. Looks like a fight happened in elevator. Got blood splatter, signs of a struggle; self-defense wounds, multiple lacerations in the stomach, killer road down with him, we think.” Adam spoke crossing his arms over his chest, looking down at the lifeless body.

“So, can anyone access this garage?” Voight asked.

“No, you need a remote. George didn’t have his, we checked his car and his crib. Pockets are empty. No cell. No wallet.” Vanessa said,”We think the killer robber him.” Adam added in.

“Jay, has Anne Weller now and is taking her to the district. She been at work all day.” Kevin spoke, walking into a our circle.

“Good, keep working this scene pull any forensic if you can?” Voight ordered.

“Serge?” I called out, “Yeah?” 

“Is it okay if I worked the case with you? I’ll ride the desk the whole time.”

“Your instincts called it, you should work it.” 

I made my way upstairs towards the intelligence room, I glanced down at my phone, Matt send me a few texts here and there, asking me if I wanted to go to Molly’s after shift or go straight to dinner at our favorite restaurant together, I didn’t bother replying. 

“If she is prostitute why call 9-1-1 and lie about it if patrol shows up? Hailey said, standing beside the white board.

“I think we have an answer to that. George’s cell phone wasn’t recovered at the scene and it is shut off now, but we can get access to it from he’s iCloud account.” Adam spoke walking up the stairs with Kevin.

“Patrol confirm that this is the actual lady who they talked to at the condo.” Kevin pointed at the computer screen. “Time stands?” Jay asked.

“These photos were taken eight minutes before the 9-1-1 call, followed by these.” Kevin clicked the mouse to revealing another woman. “A second undefined woman in a condo with the same time frame.”

“She can’t be more than 16.” Kim mumbled.

I stood quietly in the background closely watching as everyone stood around the computer as Kevin showed the photos. My heart dropped. Gut-wrenching pain shot through me. 

“She’s the one that called 9-1-1, she’s gotta be.” Kim whispered clicking through the photos before looking up, “Who is she?” 

“Her photo doesn’t match in any of our systems.” Adam spoke.

“Missing person’s?” I chipped in, feeling that dark void inside of me. Knowing this feeling all to well.

“No, no one’s looking for her.” He said, “We do think we know how George booked the girls. He messaged a burner phone yesterday by a minute later the burner responded with pictures of girls to choose from.”

“George, tapped into that same burner and after that 9-1-1 call he had with.” Kevin said, “We’re thinking pimp?” Voight said, “More than likely.”

“You alright, (Y/N)?” Kevin asked, “Yeah, I’m fine.” I whispered slowly walking over towards the desk I’m borrowing for the time being, knowing all to well I’m wasn’t okay. I keep myself busy with the things I do. But every time I pause, I still think of her. Always.

“I’m going to save you a little trouble on the next part. Where you act like I’m a damn weeping willow, a place where you get crime from a sort sob story and you are going to tell me that you are on my side. How you can help? Tell me about your deep dark little past which what made you a lady cop. Your daddy touched you? Your little buddy was murdered? You were raped by the boy next door? Now you want to save all the little lost girls because of it. You are going to save me because you get it? You get me. But I know the scripted, and I know you are a fake. I don’t need you to save me, I take care of myself.” She growled.

“I’m out of the league, I don’t normally work these cases.” 

“Then let me out.”

She managed to hit a nerve in me. Everyone does have a past they don’t talk about especially a dark past. You smile, but you wanna cry. You talk, but you wanna be quiet. You pretend like you’re happy but you aren’t. Behind this innocent smile of mine, lay words left unsaid. Words of longing, love, anger, and hate, all repeated inside my head. 

“Hmm, you don’t need my help Mira, I need yours.”

“Out” She shot back.

“You already fought you already got out.” I said, her cutting me off; “Let me out.” She shouted.

“You fought to find away to live-e,”

“I’m not talking to this bitch!” Screaming at me now, “That girl that called to 9-1-1 is still fighting right now. She was in a place you were right now.”

“I’m not going to remember.”

“She is running out of time, I know you know that, Mira. I’m a good cop, I will find her.”

“No, you won’t and I don’t want to remember.” She tearfully cried in anger.

“You have to for her!” I shot back, feeling overwhelmed now. 

“I don’t want to” She screamed in my face, I slammed my fist onto the table and screamed back into her face, “God dammit, Mira! Look at this picture now!”

Mira and I broke each other, the room filling with silences for a brief second or two, I kept my eyes glued to her. She broke eye contact with me, and started to cry. “Please help me.” I whispered.

I carefully placed the photos of the men in front of her, waiting.

“That’s him.” She pointed at the photo in front of her, “See, I know.” 

“Yeah,” I whispered, recollecting the photos into a folder beside on the table, “He keeps you high. Never alone. Always someone watching. Even when we weren’t working and they were watching. I sleep on the floor, starving. They see if you cry, be afraid. Be asleep.” She said as tears rolled down her cheeks.

“Where did they hold you?” I asked, pulled up a writing pad. 

I stood up from the chair and walked out of interrogation room, Matt send me another text, “Or we can stay at home cook dinner together, and watch the game?” 

I inhaled and turned off my ringer to silent.

I bottle everything up, I hide my emotions, I pretend to be okay. It’s not healthy, I know, but I don’t want to be a burden, I don’t want to have people worried about me. When I’m upset. I shut myself down. I have no motivation for anything. I tell myself that nobody cares, even though I know some do. I think about all of the negative things I could possibly think of. I give myself all the pain, thinking I deserve it. I’m not sure why I do that, but that’s just how I am.

“They said Danny would separated them and take them to a really cheap motel by the highway if they step out of line.” 

Everyone grabbed a hold of their jackets and were off.

I sat at the wooden desk in the intelligence room alone, staring blankly at the photos of naked girl who plead on the phone for help. Gut-wrenching, thinking back that exactly happened to her. She was at the wrong place at the wrong time. If only I was there to protect her like I was a post to be, she would still be alive today, but she isn’t. 

I think the hardest part of losing someone, isn’t having to say goodbye, but rather learning to live without them. Always trying to fill the void, the emptiness that’s left inside your heart when they go. I don’t like the memories because the tears come easily, and once again I break my promise to myself for this day. It’s a constant battle. A war between remembering and forgetting.

“Hello? Hello? This is officer Y/LN, a friend of mine answered your call two days ago, she told you to hang on. I have been looking for you.” 

“H-hello..”

“Hi, can you tell me where you are? What’s happening?” I asked speeding down a couple of blocks. “Um, motel, room 8. He said to take a shower, he thinks I’m taking one.” She whispered under her breath.

“Okay, okay, that’s really good. I’m on my way. Who’s there with you?”

“Daniel..” 

“Alright, stay where you are and lock the door if you can.” I ordered her, “Emma”

“Hi, Emma. I’m Y/N. Stay on the line, you don’t have to say anything, okay. Don’t say anything I’m almost there. I just need you to hang on.”

I pulled my vehicle into the motel parking lot, came to a halt. I quickly stepped out of the driver’s side, holding onto the door tightly in my hands, knuckles turning pure white. Anger raged inside of me. If I couldn’t save my sister back then I’m sure of hell plan on saving this girl, I don’t plan on losing anyone else. 

“Hey, Emma, I’m right here with you, alright; just hang on.” I spoke calmly into my cell phone, I reached into my pocket I hesitated to call for back-up.

I heard screams coming from my phone, without hesitating I drew out my weapon and busted down the door, I raced into the room to see no one but only hearing slashing noises coming from the bathroom. Daniel stood in the bathroom, I shot fire.

He charged at me, slamming me down onto the sink hard.

Grabbing a hold of my jacket in one hand, and then slamming me into the wall, punching me directly into the face, I screamed clawing at his face to try to get him off of me. I ripped a chuck of hair from his scalp, hit him repeatedly, crushing a nerve point in his shoulder, he groaned.

I roared with venom as he threw me down onto the floor of the cold hard titles of the bathroom, punching harder directly at my abdominal. I lunged at him then kicked him, reaching for the toilet seat cover in my hands slamming it against his head, knocking him over; giving me a chance to reach for my gun laying on the floor. He threw himself onto me, I grabbed a hold of his arm and bite him harder, sinking my teeth into him, he screamed in pan; him grabbing my head and smashing against the floor, I shot twice.

He’s lifeless dead body weighted over me like a 1,000 pounds, I hysterically sobbed as I moaned in extreme pain, I threw him off of me. I felt intense pain, tears rolling down my cheeks as I slowly climbed myself into the cold water bathtub. I grunted in pain, “Ugh! Come on!”

“Oh!” I gasped.

“No...” I mumbled, with what I had left of my strengthen I managed to grab a hold of Emma’s white t-shirt and lift her head out of the water. 

“You’re okay. I’m here.” I whispered, falling into the bathtub, keeping her head rested on my chest as I waited for back-up to arrive any minute now. I felt like I couldn’t breath. Just the thought of losing her scared me.”Come on. You’re okay.”

“Chicago PD!”

“Y/N!?” 

“Hailey..” I weakly mumbled underneath my breath, “Please help her..” I choked back on some tears.

“Please.. help her!”

Hailey approached the bathroom closer and bend down to reached for the lifeless body laying on top of me. “She needs CPR!” I grunted in pain.

Hailey’s heart was pounding a mile per an hour, as she was performing CPR on the 16 year old, she was cold and blue; lifeless; dead. She continued to do chest compression’s on her chest, “15-21, Henry 10-1, I have an officer and civilian down..”

“How’s Emma?” I gasped, feeling sharp pains shooting through my whole body now. The shock was wearing off now. “Are you okay?” Hailey asked, tears creeping in-between her eyes.

Hailey still continued to give Emma chest compression’s on her, until we heard her coughed out the water and was slowly breathing once again, she slowly opened her eyes. “Okay, okay.” 

“Y/N, Y/N, are you alright!?” 

A frantic Matt came running in the motel closely followed by detective Kim by his side, Matt wasn’t understanding why you had been ignoring his texts all day, so he tried to call you but you didn’t pick up which got him thinking maybe everything was fine but what happens if everything wasn’t fine? He had to make sure you were fine, so he called up Kim. Knowing how strong of a bond you two had was more pure than anything, when Kim told him how closely you gotten to this case; she had to let him know about your kid sister. 

She went missing when she was 16 years old. And that you blamed yourself because of the amounts of arguments and countless fights they had with each other, and one day she had enough with you and left home. They thought she was staying at a friend’s place to only find out she was missing. She was picked up by a stranger and sold to the human trafficking ring, Y/N used all her power and strengthen to find her, only to get a call that she was found dead by a river a month later.

She dies and not her, and she feels guilty, if it wasn’t for her, it’d be Y/N lying there... she wished it was her instead.

“I don’t know... I don’t know..” I softly cried in a broken whispered.

Matt runs straight to me, bending down to my level, scooping me up in his arms bridal style and I buried my face deeper into the nook of his neck. I wrapped my arms around his neck tightly as he lifted me out of the icy cold bath water, muffled cries of pains, my grip tightens. 

“It’s alright.” Matt’s voice cracked, holding back tears.

He lead her outside to the ambulance where the paramedics were patiently waiting, the rest of the intelligence squad stood outside waiting, watching, prayer for my safely. Matt laid me down onto the stretcher, I could hear faint voices among me; I felt them putting a breathing & respiratory equipment over my mouth and nose, I deeply breathe in and out. I slowly peeled my eyes open to see a bright shinning light above me, my tight grip held stronger onto Matt’s forearm.

I slowly closed my eyes again, everything becoming a blur, faint sirens of the ambulance rang out in the background, paramedics shouting. 

My eyesight was a bit fuzzy and hazy as my vision was adjusting to the light, I realized I was laying in one of the hospital beds, the doctor had came in early to tell him that they had to remove my spleen and appendix, it had ruptured during the attack.

A part of me felt broken, like I failed.

I turned my head to the other side of the bed, a familiar figure came into view now, Matt. He sat down next to her, taking her hand in into his own. Her skin was warmer now, no more icy cold hands. “Hey.” He breathed when I looked at him, neither of us spoke. I just sat there in silence. My chest was aching from wanting to cry right now, but I didn’t let myself. Her eyes, they used to shine so bright.

The thing with broken clocks is you can always tell exactly when they stopped ticking, with people it isn’t so easy and sometimes you can’t even tell they’re broken.

Tears were rolling down my cheeks, Matt immediately brought me into a hug, stroking my back in a soft soothing manner. I hiccuped, “I’m sorry..” I croaked, bursting into tears. 

 “I’m right here, okay?”

#chicago fire #chicago pd #chicago fire imagine #chicago pd imagine #matt casey x reader #matt casey fan fiction #matt casey #kim burgess #jay halstead #hailey upton #trudy platt #adam ruzek #kevin atwater #hank voight #vanessa rojas #fan fictions #to hell and back #my fanfic stuff

[phefics]

i know that you’re spent, just let me sing you to sleep

an empty on-call room with the lights off, pristine white sheets on bunk beds, trying to fall asleep with the sound of beeping monitors, heavy footfalls, and panicked voices bleeding through the door…it wasn’t ideal, but it had been george’s life throughout the entirety of his internship so far.

but when he finally gets to leave the hospital, he doesn’t return to his bedroom at meredith’s house. instead, he shows up at your door, dark circles beneath his eyes and a sleepy smile curled on his lips.

you crawl into bed with him, his head resting on your shoulder.

“tough shift?” you ask, stroking his hair.

he nods, nuzzling into your neck. “i’ll tell you about it in the morning.”

“sounds like a plan,” you reply, pressing a little kiss to his forehead.

as george dozes off, you find yourself humming softly, something he had once mentioned helps him sleep after a particularly hard day.

you hum a familiar tune, something you’d heard on the radio, until george’s breath is steady, his body relaxed. it doesn’t take long for you to fall asleep, too.

#george o’malley x y/n #george o’malley x you #george o'malley x reader #george o'malley #grey’s anatomy #grey’s blurb #greys anatomy fic #ophelia’s blurbs

[just-a-fangirl-who-writes]

Not Your Average Job

Requested by: @flaming-gay-trash

Can I request a George O'Malley x fem! Reader. Shes a coroner/pathologist. He walks in on her holding a man's brain while picking up som results. He goes back to the others and can't stop talking about her.

The room is anything but cozy. The scent of chemicals permeates every stainless steel surface, and sterile instruments rest meticulously on an equally sterile tray.

Even the soap you’re washing your hands with smells like a laboratory, even after its rinsed down the drain.

You relish in the familiar feel of the blue latex gloves as you stretch them onto your hands.

Once you’re satisfied that everything is ready, you begin your work.

The mask covering your nose does little to block the scent as you cut into flesh. You wrinkle your nose as the scent hits. Finally, you’re at the source of the problem. The brain.

“Let’s see what’s got those hot-shot surgeons upstairs so puzzled, hmm?”

~~~

Hours later, you lay slumped over a table, glaring at the brain in your palm.

“Listen here you little-“

Knocking on the door draws your attention from the seemingly fine brain to the open doorway.

A dark haired man stands, eyebrows furrowed, holding a file in his hands.

“Oh sorry. Did you need me?”

His eyes drop to your hand that is still clutching the brain, and you fight the urge to toss it over your shoulder.

“Uh, I’m here for Dr. Shepherd. He wants the COD for Lyle Ortiz.”

“Yeah? Me too.” You sigh dejectedly and lift the brain. “Are those his scans?”

The doctor lifts the file in his hands and holds it out to you. You quickly set the brain down and strip off your gloves.

Your focus goes straight to the brain scans as you scrutinize every inch, desperately searching for whatever killed this poor man.

You feel a presence over your shoulder as the doctor leans in to look.

You squint your eyes in an attempt to find something, anything.

“Is that,” you pause, hope fluttering in your chest. “Is that supposed to be there? I’m no neurosurgeon but,” you trail off as the doctor leans closer.

“That’s it!” He exclaims in excitement. You turn to him and throw your arms around him, joy rushing through you. His arms awkwardly settle around your waist.

When you pull back, you’re sure your face is bright red. You clear your throat awkwardly, and he grabs the scans.

“I’ll go let Dr. Shepherd know.” He mutters and you nod, avoiding his gaze.

After he leaves, a shy smile curls over your lips as you clean up, preparing the man for his funeral.

Once you’re done, you realize the time and find your stomach growling. You make your way upstairs to the cafeteria, and see the doctor from earlier sitting a a table with more of his friends.

As you walk past him, you catch bits and pieces of his conversation.

“And she was so smart. She found what Derek couldn’t.” He was saying. Your eyebrows shoot up as you realize that he’s talking about you, and a smile tugs at your lips as you continue past.

“Hey O’Malley, that her?” The other guy says. You assume that the Dr. O’Malley responds because the table suddenly erupts into hushed whispers of “talk to her,” “why are you still sitting here?” And one low whistle followed by a “damn.”

Footsteps sound behind you until a familiar voice captures your attention.

“Hey, um, Dr. …” he trails off as he realizes he never got your name.

“Y/N L/N, and you are?” You spin and send him a small smile.

“George O’Malley, I was wondering if you’d maybe want to have lunch sometime?” He rubs that back of his neck awkwardly. “Only if you want to though. I don’t want you to feel pressured into saying yes because maybe you’re worried that it won’t work out and then we’ll have to see each other since we work together and-“

“I’m off this Saturday, would that work for you.” Your small smile has grown into an unrestrained grin at his incessant rambling.

“Um, yeah. Saturday works.” He grins back at you.

You nod and send him a small wave, before leaving to get your food.

You hear hushed cheers from his table behind and can’t help the blush that rises to your cheeks.

[specialagentlokitty]

George O’Malley x reader - Sleep

could you write something about s2 ep 5 where lizzie and meredith have bad dates and they barge into george’s room and he gets fed up and a few minutes after meredith barges so does y/n because she also had a bad date and there’s no more room on the bed so o’malley let’s her lay on top of him and she slowly starts thinking about her feelings for him and little does she know he is thinking about his too - Anon❤️

As George laid in bed with Izzie on one side, and Meredith on the other, he couldn’t help but feel cramped.

He was fed up, they had their own beds to go two, they didn’t have to take up his. But he wasn’t about to kick two upset woman from his bed, he was their friend, so he couldn’t.

He also wandered where you were, titling his grand a bit to look at the clock, it was just gone past 11pm, usually you’d be back by now.

As if in cue, the front door opened, and he heard someone walk past and go to the room opposite his. Your room. Then a few minutes later come back out and knock on his door before pushing it over.

“Hey.” He smiled.

“Hey... looking a bit cramped there..” you laughed weakly.

Geoarge frowned, that wasn’t like you. In the light of the hall he could make out your washed off makeup, and see the slight redness of your eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

He wanted to get up and hug you, but he didn’t want to disturb the other two in his bed. So, he simply laid there, watching as you walked to the end of his bed.

“Bad date...”

“Wanna join us?” He asked.

You have another weak laugh and shook your head.

“There’s no room, it’s okay.”

“You.. Uhm...” George was glad there was no lights on to show his burning face,”you can lay on me...”

“Are... you sure...?”

He nodded and you nodded back, carefully crawling onto the bed, then over him before resting your body on top of his.

You placed you head under his chin, one hand on his shoulder while the other played with his hair.

“Thanks George...” you whispered.

George took his hands from Meredith and Izzie, and wrapped then around you, holding you in place in a gentle hug.

“It’s okay...” he whispered.

His heart was pounding, he wondered if you could hear it from where you were laid. He loved you, he always had, and to be holding you this close was likeba dream come true for him... even if there was two other women in his bed.

You on the other hand immediately noticed his racing heart, was he nervous? Was he scared? He wondered why it was beating so fast.

This is why you loved him, he was selfless, and always looked after everyone else.

You wondered if he loved anyone, and if he did, who did he love? He could love Meredith, she’s beautiful and smart, and so’s Izzie. You wondered if he could love you too, he wanted him to love you, the way Meredith wanted Derek to love her.

Closing your eyes, you let out a soft breath and lifted your head just a little, your nose brushing against the skin of his neck.

George held his breath, trying to control his racing heart.

“You’re the best George...” you whispered before putting your head back.

That put a smile on his face, to hear you say that he, George O’Malley was the best. It made his whole world to hear you say that, so he wrapped his arms around you a little tighter and closed his eyes, happy to go to sleep with you in his arms

#greys anatomy #greys anatomy x reader #greys anatomy x you #greys anatomy imagine #george o’malley #george o’malley x reader #george o’malley imagine

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

I’ll Never Love Again

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy

Pairing: Denny Duquette x Reader

Characters: Denny Duquette, Reader, Preston Burke, Miranda Bailey, George O’Malley

Word Count: 1878

Rating: Mature

Summary:  Don't let another day begin, Won't let the sunlight in, Oh, I'll never love again

Tags/ Warnings: Death, Canon Character Death, Established Relationship, Dying, Crying, CPR, Love, Heartbreak, Grief, Death of a Loved One, F*CK Preston Burke tho, 

Notes: I’ll Never Love Again - Lady Gaga [x] [updated 9/22]

Advent Calendar of Fics // Day Eleven

The queue for the coffee cart was longer than I had expected and I was stuck behind a doctor I didn’t recognise who couldn’t choose between the blueberry or the chocolate muffins. He spent over five minutes to and froing over which to buy before eventually settling on a croissant. I sighed. After his arduous journey finished and he finally got what he wanted he walked away leaving me in front of the queue. I ordered two coffees, one for myself and one for Denny, and a couple of bagels. I walked slowly back to the surgical floor, not wanting to spill any of the coffee down the sides of the cardboard cups.  

Seattle Grace Hospital was a vast maze of corridors and it always took me a minute to gather my bearings and figure out where I was going from the elevator. I made it to the floor in less than five minutes but I was shocked to find it was not how I had left it. The floor that had been alive with only the normal hustle and bustle was now in chaos as doctors and nurses swarmed from everywhere. I was stopped at the door by a nurse, ‘you can’t come in I’m afraid.’ 

‘What’s going on?’ I asked even though I had been in hospital enough to know that energy like this was never a good sign.  ‘We’re amidst an emergency,’ she said to me and the crowd that was growing, ‘we’re asking all relatives to just wait here for a moment.’

There was murmuring around me but I paid no attention to the other worried relatives as I peered over the nurse’s shoulder and saw all the commotion around the room I was supposed to be going into. My blood ran cold. 

‘Denny,’ I whispered worriedly though I was sure only I could hear. I wasn’t paying attention and didn’t notice as the tray of coffees slipped out of my hands and clattered all across the vinyl floor. I looked down and noted the patch of my jeans which was now damp with coffee but I could barely focus on the warmth that came with it. As the nurse sighed and dove down to start cleaning up I made a dart for the room not paying attention to her protests as I did. I got there and stood in the doorway. There were doctors and nurses all around the room talking rapidly to one another as they stood over Denny who was laying on the bed lifeless. He had a nurse pumping rapidly on his chest trying to revive him whilst Dr Burke intubated him. 

My heart sank. 

He was fine. He had been fine when I left for coffee and now he was being poked and prodded left, right and centre. I didn’t understand how he could be laughing and joking with me all morning and now he was at death’s door.

‘Okay, we're intubated. How many cycles are we on now?’ Burke asked from the head of the bed as he gestured for an intern, I think was called O’Malley, to take over with the mask. ‘3rd one Dr Burke,’ said the nurse who was pouring with sweat as she pumped furiously on Denny’s chest. ‘10 minutes down,’ someone else chimed in. ‘Any pulse?’ Burke said and there was a response of ‘no’ from somewhere. ‘Denny,’ I said walking forward into the room as the conversations turned to idle chatter in my ears. ‘Ma’am, you can’t be in here,’ O’Malley chimed as he spotted me.

‘Y/N,’ Burke said manoeuvring through the chaos in a few steps before he reached me and clasped me by the shoulders which stopped me in my tracks though I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the bed where Denny lay. ‘Denny-‘ ‘We’re working on Denny. You shouldn’t be in here, you shouldn’t be seeing this,’ Burke said. ‘I’m not leaving him,’ I said.  ‘Well, you must stay out of the way,’ Burke said as he turned back to talk to the staff working tirelessly. I stood by the door watching helplessly as they pumped on his chest trying to will his heart to work. 

‘C’mon Denny, you can do this, c’mon,’ I mumbled, crossing my fingers as I will Denny’s body to respond. I didn’t know how this could happen. He had been ill for so long and I had been with him every step of the way but the past couple of weeks finally seemed to be a turning point. He was on the home stretch. He had a new heart and was stronger than ever and now. I couldn’t bear to think of it. I had tuned the chatter of the care workers out until I heard someone say, ‘he’s been down too long.’

‘We’re gonna have to call it,’ someone else said in doctor Burke’s ear. At that point, I leapt into action and sprung forward, darting through all the staff until I was by the head of the bed and able to whisper in his ear.

‘Y/N!’ Dr Burke said but I tuned him out as I leaned down and spoke only to Denny, praying he could hear me, ‘baby. It’s me. Denny I know it’s hard but you’ve gotta fight this okay? I’m here and I need you okay? I need you.’

I could feel tears pouring down my face as I spoke. His angelic face was distorted through my tears but I could feel the warmth of his cheek underneath my hand. He was still warm. Still here. 

‘I love you so much. We’ve come so far,’ I said. ‘He’s been down for almost half an hour,’ I heard O’Malley shout from my side.  ‘You’ve done it. You just need to fight a little more,’ I said.  ‘No shockable rhythm still,’ came another voice.  ‘Have we pushed more adrenaline?’ Burke asked as he received a response of ‘yes’ from various people.  ‘Just a little more,’ I said, ‘come on Denny. I love you-’ ‘Time of death 10:02 am.’

My heart broke. Tears came fast and furiously from my eyes as I fell forward and held Denny as much as I could. I felt a sympathetic hand on my shoulder trying to offer comfort but I couldn’t find the energy to look up to see who it was. I sat there and cried as they worked around me, removing lines and tubes from Denny. I couldn’t accept it. He was still warm under my touch. He still smelled like him. He couldn’t be gone. 

One by one the voices faded until I finally looked up and realised I was alone with Denny. As I realised this I stood up and climbed onto the bed next to him. I wrapped his limp arms around me as I hugged him and sobbed into his shoulder which made the gown he had been enshrouded on damp. I don’t know how long I lay there. I didn’t want to move. I just lay next to him and cried. He grew colder with each passing minute and the normally flush complexion was now ashen and pallid. His eyes were closed and even though I long for him to look at me I knew I didn’t really want that as his eyes which were normally fully of cheekiness and merriment would now be dull and lifeless. 

I lay there as millions of questions rattled around my brain. 

Why had I gone for coffee? I didn’t need to, they had coffee for patients regularly and the nurses always gave me a cup if I wanted. I could’ve waited. 

Was he on his own?

When his heart stopped beating, was someone with him or was he scared and unsure of what was happening?

Did it hurt?

Was he in pain when it happened? 

Had he been in pain all morning but didn’t want to scare me?

‘Y/N,’ came a voice from the doorway. I looked up to find Dr Bailey watching me with sad eyes and a sympathetic smile. I said nothing as she walked into the room and perched on the other side of the bed.  ‘Y/N,’ she said again but I still didn’t respond. I couldn’t. My voice was stuck in my throat and every time I tried to talk I felt a new flood of tears spill over, ‘I know this is hard but I’m afraid we’ve got to move him soon.’  ‘To the morgue right?’ I said with a crack in my voice.  She nodded, ‘this is the only time I have left with him and you’re telling me I’ve just got to let him go.’ ‘I know it’s hard-’ ‘No, you don’t! You don’t know anything. He was your patient. He wasn’t your husband!’ ‘I know,’ she said in a small voice, ‘I’m so sorry.’

‘Not as sorry as I am,’ I said, ‘he’s the love of my life. I’ve stuck by him through everything. Through all of his illness. Through every surgery. Through the transplant. We’ve had mood swings and breakups. This was supposed to be the rest of our life. And now..’ ‘It’s not fair. I know that,’ Bailey replied, ‘it’s never going to be fair. Honestly, it’s going to be rubbish. It’s going to be a hard slog. You’re going to feel terrible. You’re going to want to scream at the world, at the doctors, at God. I know that. But you’ve gotta be strong here Y/N. You’ve gotta let him go.’ ‘I don’t want to let him go,’ I whimpered, ‘I don’t want to pick myself up and dust myself off. I don’t want to scream at people. I just want to lay here with him. I want him to hug me and stroke my hair. I want him to kiss me and tell me everything’s okay. So don’t make me move. Don’t make me leave him because I’m not ready.’  ‘You’re never going to be,’ Bailey said, ‘but you’re gonna have to make the leap sometime.’

She patted the bed and walked out of the room leaving me and Denny alone once more. After a couple of deep breaths, I sighed and clambered up off of the bed. I let my hand stroke down his face. His face was cold and stubbly underneath my hand. He’d complained about needing a shave yesterday but I had told him to leave it, I liked him with a bit of stubble though he hated it. 

‘You always did try and make me happy,’ I chuckled remembering the bickering we’d done all day about it, ‘I love you. So much.’

And after that, I leaned down and kissed him tenderly on his lips. Tears rolled down my face and splashed against his cheeks. I walked out, heartbroken. 

I don’t wanna know this feelin’ Unless it’s you and me I don’t wanna waste a moment, ooh And I don’t wanna give somebody else the better part of me I would rather wait for you, ooh

Don’t wanna feel another touch Don’t wanna start another fire Don’t wanna know another kiss Baby, unless they are your lips

#my writing #denny duquette #denny duquette x reader #greys #greys anatomy fic #greys fic #greys anatomy cast #denny duquette fic #denny fic #im not crying YOURE crying #heartbreak #ill never love again

[fandom-fics-imagine]

One Night  (A George O’Malley x Reader Fanfic)

In this fic, the reader is living with Meredith, Izzie, and George. This is not a Meredith x George Fanfiction. This takes place closer to season 2. The reader is portrayed as a Female.

     It was 2 a.m, your eyes were starting to blur and you knew you were going to pass out soon. You had stayed out all night drinking the pain of your job away. Tomorrow was your day off so you knew that staying up had its perks. You set your purse and keys on the table, All the lights were off in the house so it was hard to see things in front of you, not to mention your fuzzy eyesight. You decided you should head to bed.

     When you got to your room in Meredith’s huge house, you decided there was no time to do a whole night routine. You took off your jacket threw it on the ground and flopped into your bed, letting out a sigh as you hit the soft mattress. The room was completely pitch black, until the door creaked open a bit, letting a tiny ray of dim hallway light slip through the crack of the door. 

     “Hello?” You heard George call out, you were wondering why he was up so late, you tried to mentally retrace your steps to see if anything you did could of caused him to wake up. 

    “George?” You called out, trying to make sense of the figure standing in your doorway. He turned on the light and your eyes negatively reacted causing you to let out a groan. 

    “I’m sorry Y/N, It’s just I thought I heard you come in and I wanted to see if you were okay. I-I didn’t mean to interrupt your sleep or anything its just.. yeah.” He said, You always liked how awkward he was, everyone in the hospital just seemed so cocky and you thought George was so out of place, but in a cute way. 

   “Don’t apologize George, It’s nice of you. I’m fine, just a rought night out.” You  whispered to him, the door was closed now and the only light was the over head above your bed, making the room very bright. 

   “May I sit?” He asked, with his hands behind his back, waiting desperately for a response. 

    “Yes, but please, please, George, turn off the damn light” 

    “Oh y-yeah, sure sorry.” He said and flicked the light off and sat down next to you. He began to ask you about your night, who you met and what you did, you weren’t sure why he cared so much, but for some reason, every time you went out, he wanted to know everything about it. You thought it was maybe because George wasn’t invited out that often unless it was with you, Izzie and Meredith. 

    You seemed to be more awake the more you talked to George. It was now roughly 3:15 a.m and George was now lying by your side his hand under his head, you guys were in a deep conversation about life at the hospital and where it’s going to lead later in life. 

   “I’ve never noticed how amazing you are George” You inched closer to him, maybe it was how tired you were, maybe it was the alcohol, whatever it was, you were much more attracted to George than you usually were, and usually you weren’t at all. He chuckled nervously at the comment and you decided to inch closer til your faces were very close. He turned his head and you two were so close you could almost kiss. 

maybe I should. You thought to yourself, you never saw George this way, so open, talking openly. It was really, kind of.. neat. You looked at his eyes then his lips. Eyes, lips, eyes, lips. You finally decided to go for it. You placed your lips on his and his eyes widened and slowly closed. The kiss got more rough, more messy as you got on top of him, stradling him. Clothes were removed and you two had a hell of a night. One you would try not to forget, even though you were very drunk. 

    You woke up to the sound of knocking at your bedroom door. You forget about the shirtless George in your bed and promptly got up and put on a shirt. You opene the door to Izzie and Meredith holding their cups of coffee and smiling.

   “What are you two so smiley about, it’s my day off, I’m hungover and tired” You said, rubbing your eyes and trying to avoid any long conversation.

   “Sounds like you had one hell of a night.” Meredith said, Izzie giggled and added.

   “So who’s the lucky guy? anyone we know.” Right as Izzie said those last 3 words you remembered every moment from last night. The Bar, The Talk, The Sex. You slammed the door and looked at George laying in your bed, topless, but decently wearing a pair of sweatpants. The door busted open and Izzie and Meredith walked in, inspecting the room. They looked around the room, at the clothes on the floor until they opened the door a bit more revealing the bed, and the man sleeping in the bed. 

  “Y/N. Tell me you didn’t” Meredith said, she was one to judge. 

   “Holy shit y/n, you slept with George!” Izzie smiled to herself and took a sip of her coffee. 

  “Okay, I did not sleep with O’Malley” you chuckled, trying to think of an excuse as to why George was shirtless in your bed. 

 “Tell that to the banging of your bed posts last night y/n.” Izzie and Meredith laughed, you felt humiliated, not that you slept with George, just that you were caught, and you knew that it would be the laughing stock of the house for the next while. George started to wake up and you wondered if he would remember what happened last night. He wasn’t drunk. Izzie and Meredith began to walk over to him. 

  “Good going Georgie” Izzie said rustling his hair, with that Izzie and Meredith left. George looked over to you and you gave him a smile, you knew the rest of that day would not be fun. 

Hopefully you liked that! I was thinking of making this one have a 2nd chapter? but I’m not sure yet. You tell me! - Haley

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i know he’s canonically a cheater but i also know that george o’malley eats pussy like a starving man…he’s making you cum at least three times and grinding on the mattress the whole time, because getting you off is so hot to him

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Awkward- George O’Malley

Pairing: George O’Malley x Reader

Characters: George O’Malley

Warnings: N/A

Request: Anon- George O'Malley x fem reader who works in the hospital as a coroner/pathologist. He goes down there looking for some kind of teat results and shes doing something wierd or oddly cryptic. He cant stop talking about how cool she is, then eventually asks her out.

Word Count: 409

Author: Charlotte

Working in a morgue at a hospital may seem morbid but you enjoyed your job. You rarely had to speak to people, and you got to work on your passion in medicine without having to worry about killing anyone as everyone you worked with was already dead.

You were working on a routine autopsy today and everything seemed to be going okay. Work was slow so you had time to focus on this autopsy without fear of missing anything of getting behind on work. As you were cracking the ribs of the person on your table, you heard the door open behind you. You didn’t pay much attention to it until you were done with what you were doing.

Turning around you saw a man in scrubs in the doorway, his face looking pale.

“Sorry,” you smiled, taking off your gloves and eye protection. “Is there something I can help you with? People rarely come down here for just a chat.”

“That was something,” he whispered, looking as though he was about to lose his lunch.

“You’re a surgeon, right?” You asked, referencing the colour of his scrubs. “Shouldn’t you have cracked a chest before?”

“Oh… well I have but you’re just so small, it looked far more gruesome and needing a lot more effort seeing you do it. I guess it was rather impressive, really,” he said, starting to ramble a little.

You let out a little laugh. You’d never met this surgeon before, but he seemed nice, even if he seemed a little bit awkward; it wasn’t as though you weren’t a rather socially awkward person yourself.

“Thank you,” you smiled. “It does take a lot of blood, sweat and tears. Luckily this guy won’t need to recover from my sloppy work.”

“It didn’t look sloppy. You did better than I could ever do.”

He trailed off, running a hand through his brown hair. Normally you didn’t like people coming down to your morgue, but you enjoyed his company. He seemed nice and sweet and you weren’t instantly repulsed by him which you were by most people.

“I didn’t catch your name.”

“Oh… um… I’m Doctor O’Malley,” he said softly. “But um… call me George… because, y’know, that’s my name.”

You couldn’t help the little snort laugh that escaped you, sending your face into a reddened flush. He offered you a smile, enjoying the slightly awkward noise you made.

“I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you, George.”

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